Probably months by this point, cramped on the ship and working tirelessly to maintain the thing. From preparing sails to fixing boards to making sure ...hat one old geezer you forgot the name of stopped hitting on the captain's wife..the usual.Traveling from continent to continent to make the most profitable trades possible, you hadn't got to know much more than the ship. Long stretches of time at sea left you feeling as though the whole world was the ship, and in a way you liked that. Getting. As we departed, Fran?oise immediately started asking about my hair, wasI going to go for the same style. I had no clue, or inclination really,but she seemed to think that something called a ?page boy' would begood. I took her word for it, and when I suggested it to the ladies atthe salon they were in agreement, saying that it would look good withthe outfit I was wearing. As the started on my hair, they also startedmy manicure. When it came to repainting my nails, they were about to doa French. My mind was adrift all day. I saw Carol working with her team and her dress was hiked up high. I knew she was flashing her thong. I didn't even get a peek.I drove Carol home and went up to the apartment. I asked if she wanted to see the pictures.She said, "I'd love to. Do they make you hot?" Then she said, " But you missed the second act."She said that she had sucked Pete's cock and tasted their mingled juices. She loves that cock. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and slathered. The heels felt likeblocks on his feet and were very high. The long laces were strapped andknotted up his feminine clad legs, giving no chances of undoing them if hewas going to make the flight.Getting to his feet was difficult enough and the prospect of mincingacross the airport looking like a total service slut made his cheeks flushwith shame. His privates felt so constricted but he couldn't bring himselfto peek beneath the little skirt surrounded by so many people.Unfortunately after.