Maybe this shop had what I needed. Ientered and was overcome with the scent of incense and sage burning. Italmost felt as If I was transported to anot...er world. Thousands ofobjects were lined on the shelf. Gems that held the key to power in allaspects of life, scrolls of ancient knowledge, fertility statues you nameit and it was in this shop. Why had I never seen this place before? Itmust be brand new. As I stood captivated by the magical artifacts, alittle tiny woman appeared behind me. She. He turned with a shock to seethe man holding up two very big long fingers, he quickly turned to minceaway as the man laughed. "Great!" He thought. The dildo was at least8inches and it must now be around 4 or 5 inches further inside him. Thefull feeling was intense and he knew removing it would be hard but itwas a problem for later, the problem he faced now was the dildo base wasrubbing against his prostate and he had one more room to serve beforethis "shift" was over and he could ask the girls. The guy pulled me close to his chest and held me tight. His right hand roamed my backside, down to my ass and held it there. Daddy watched him from the bar. The guy asked if he could touch my breasts. I told him he already was touching them, he said he wanted to touch them with his lips. I pulled back for his access.My nipples were hard as he sucked each one. I felt for his cock and it was trying to rip the seams to exit. I told him we need to go find a dark corner. He led me towards. “We have Molotov cocktails!” I told the Captain, who looked perplexed. “We can throw bottles filled with gasoline with a fire wick down on them,” I explained imperfectly.It took a moment.“By Jove,” said the British gentleman from before, “spot on, that!”Murmurs of agreement raced around the room, among the passengers at first but then crew members began chiming in. Remarkably, when the Captain saw what was happening, he decided to get out in front of it.“Mr. Faaborg ... we have gasoline for the.