"I am granting you a very powerful gift Ms. Quinzel. In the simplest of turns, it is a godly penis. It has many powers, whomever you use it on will gr...atly enjoy it and feel pleasure, as will you. The smell of it can overpower some wills, and the semen you produce will be addictive and have its own powers. You choose what powers to use. It can make a one get larger breasts or hips or buttocks, or whatever you so choose. It can corrupt their mind, it can lower their intelligence. It can bestow. " Now, could any one have had any interest in preventing the accomplishment of these two things? But let us first settle the question as to its being the interest of any one to hinder you from being captain of the Pharaon. What say you?" I cannot believe such was the case. I was generally liked on board, and had the sailors possessed the right of selecting a captain themselves, I feel convinced their choice would have fallen on me. There was only one person among the crew who had any feeling of. My popularity was leading me to succeed with a new sexual experiences. Unfortunately I finally understood wife was willing to explore potential experiences with but when their male partners learning I’m not with a lady I lost my opportunity. So I came back to my friends and telling about my conclusions. Pedro left to continue shopping with others friends and Sylvie bring me to another room where furniture allowing to have close contact and starting to chat about the cunnilingus I prodigue to. He exuded raw male sexiness. Then he looked at me with those eyes, eyes that I now know change with his mood, eyes too blue to resist. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as daring, "do you want to be my slut?" it.