He slowly moved his hand downward, caressing my shoulder and side and then finally coming to a rest on my hip. Not wanting to be outdone, I quickly re...ponded “It’s getting pretty hot in here. I think I’m going to take my shirt off.” With that, I raised my shirt over my head, exposing my increasingly tan body. “It really is getting hot, I probably should remove my shirt too” Adam said as he removed his top. We then went back to cuddling somewhat with his arm around me. I don’t know whether it. Like I said, I really liked sex. I still do. A lot. And for that he’s useful. He’s highly sexed as well. He’s like a walking, talking dildo, and a lot of times I wish it was just the dildo. It’s the only part of him that turns me on. And I’m pretty sure he feels the same about me. I’ve found his stash of porno. Not just Playboy or Penthouse, but the hardcore stuff. And he got one of those new personal computers and I’ve snuck a look, and it’s like stories. Dirty stories. So I get him ready for. The three men soon had the Frenchwoman stripped and in shackles, much toher distress. Unbroken as yet, she threatened one and all with the rope's endor the hangman's noose. Hearing slight response beyond laughter, she foughtharder. She was brought to the rail in my near presence. "Bitch, what was your name?" "I am the Lady Marie du Rochforquet. How do you dare say, 'what WASmy name'?" "Simply put, on this ship you will be Bitch, and you will be so untilyour father redeems your ransom, we sell. I did nit get your name yet?”“Qamaar”“Nice name”“Thank you, kareema. But how did you learn to kiss so well like that?” I was doubting if this is not her 1st sexual adventure with an outsider. But her answer was consoling.“Well, I watch porn. I see those passionate kissing session. I always wanted to do them with him but, he was never interested” rubbed her palm against my face. I took her hand in mine and kissed it a few times, while she was saying “qamaar, believe me. The way you please me, is.