Hadn’t known how to express what I was feeling or what I wanted her to understand. How I wanted all the awkwardness and the questions and the ‘is ...his right?’ to just go away. The next thing I had known, I was kissing her, very, very softly on the lips. Her mouth had just opened. Naturally relaxing into a soft, warm and wet cave where our tongues met in instant of luscious harmony. Neither of our arms had moved, nor the rest of our bodies, just our necks and mouths. Our eyes shut and we just. I can't have my advocates being squeamish about non-consensual sex. In a slave culture it is quite normal for many men and women in positions of power or wealth to desire to have sexual experiences with certain people who would never have consented if they were free to choose. We do not bemoan the fact that some must lose their freedom of choice in sexual matters because of past misdeeds. Rather we celebrate and cherish the fact that so many diverse sexual opportunities are thereby opened up. Within 2 weeks, we got quite free with each other, asking candid questions.Manvi: Do you have a girlfriend?KK: Had a live-in girlfriend during my masters, which ended last year.Manvi: Oh, where’s she now?KK: She disappeared.Manvi: At least you found love. I was married off after collegeThere was silence as we ran out of common ground. Then I looked at her bust and got an idea.KK: Do you have milk?Manvi: Ya, I have 2% organic at home. Want some?KK: Not that, I mean breast milk, in your. Sadly, my father perished from wounds received soon after. This gave me cause to hate the men who had killed him. I vowed revenge on my father's death someday when the time was right.The pirate captain appointed me his cabin boy when he felt he could trust that I would not slit his throat in the middle of the night. I guess I was lucky; I'd heard from other captives that 'cabin boys' were nothing but sex slaves, and when used up, the crew tossed overboard as food for the sharks and Barracuda.As.