It took a full half hour for Tink’s mind to return to the present and put aside the amazing scene before her. Before long though, an even more excit...ng thought traversed the ganglia and axons of Tink’s mind in her heightened state of S&M lust. What if Tink could recreate the sailor’s hapless torture near her bunk in her Master’s cabin? It was a bold plan but her Master had told Tink if ever she need anything from the village that she was authorized to simply charge the items to the Jolly. , but I had become oblivious at this point. I only cared about one thing: that glass full of cum! But I didn't want to drink it. I NEEDED to drink it. It was as though my very existence depended on it. As I thought about the glass full of sperm, I got a second wind and began pleasuring cocks with renewed vigor. As the number of men who hadn't came in the glass became less and less, I had finally reached the moment I had been waiting for: only one hard cock stood between me and my prize,. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know what she was writing so I decided that I would sneak home early to read her journal. I had the perfect date planned. It was going to be on March 29th and I know she couldn’t beat me home because she had volleyball practice and they had a game next week so I know she couldn’t skip.So, two weeks later, I snuck home early, went straight to our room and found her journal and began to read. The very first line made me freeze with astonishment as a shiver. He helped her up in the truck and then put the groceries in behind her seat. He had spotted the other man when they came out of the store and he was sitting in a truck waiting. Spencer kept his eyes on the guy but never mentioned it to Annie; she was already so scared that all he wanted was to get her home. Their drive home was quiet. Spencer watched the pick-up truck that the other two guys from the store had gotten into, it followed them all the way back to Butter Cup Farms. Annie didn’t seem.