Rho's Lieutenant Laura fingered Bridget and Moira as the guilty culprits and their names were duly taken. I was passed the tankards to carry.In total,...the Captain found 14 faults on her ship before marching back to the main deck with her entourage to the waiting crew. She ordered me to fetch a whip of my choice from her office and I returned with a small whip with a thin leather strap and an exquisite burgundy ivory handle that matched my jacket.When I returned to the main deck, two girls were. I sat at my makeup table and applied some makeup. I applied some mascara to make my eyelids beautiful – some foundation on my cheeks and face.I applied a shining red lipstick. I tied my hair into a ponytail. I looked myself into the mirror and was in for a surprise. I was really looking like a stunner. So I messaged them that I was ready.No one replied for the next 10 minutes. But then someone knocked on the door. I went and saw through the peephole. It was Shakti, the security guard. I asked. “I was just making lunch,” I said, holding on to the ladder with one hand and waving a squashed sandwich with the other.“Oh, I didn’t mean to intrude,” she grinned. I grinned back. “Wel, l are you going to invite a lady into your tree house or not?” she added and tried to straighten her face.“After you,” I replied and we both climbed up into the tree-house.There was barely space for both of us in the tree-house. I sat in my normal position facing the window and Emily sat next to the window,. .fuck me...fuck me!"Donte had increased the speed of his thrusts inside of her, which continued to send ripples through her body. Fahima looked into his eyes and saw an animal intensity. The desire to fuck her brains out was etched all over his face. She kissed him because Donte was the man she needed, the one she always wanted. She felt like a true woman, taking her female needs from a real man. She felt liberated, free of the shackles that had restricted her before. Donte was grunting heavily.