There were more whippings and shackling. There was more hot wax and spanking. As much as I enjoyed it, I could not get past the realization that these...men might just as easily kill me. It was then that I realized that I had to do something to escape. One night as the crew slept, I silently moved through the ship pouring a gunpowder trail from the supply to the stairs. Using a torch, I lit the powder and quickly headed to the top deck. As I emerged on the top deck, a crew member grabbed me,. .. down she went. 2 hands twisting on the shaft, up and down. Sucking the head and licking the rim. His low man's were a great addition to the wake up party. It didn't take long before he was muttering those favorite words. "I'm going to cum" and then before she could think it was spilling out on to her tongue. She drove deep. It was warm, thick, salty, and a tad sour. She took every last drop deep down her throat. She let him out. She swallowed hard one more time to make sure it was. Once the mohair attached itself it would morph into whatever the subject wanted it to be. The only problem was she wasn't sure how long it would take the subject to figure out how to control it. Until then the mohair would have control over the person. Morphing into whatever the person was thinking.At that moment I was going to say something but as my mouth opened, the thought of how the mohair would taste entered my mind. I then felt the yarn enter my mouth and circle around my tongue. This. She said she wanted to cook me dinner, and of course I thought that she was trying to make this more romantic. Meanwhile, I just wanted that fantastic body again. Thankfully, I was wrong about the romantic part. Terry wanted my big cock again and more.After I had fucked her hard, I was lying there deciding how to tell Lori when Terry suddenly asked, "Steve, do you have friends?" Yes," I told her casually, "I have you and Lori and Tootsie and Tracy." No, I mean do you have male friends?" I was.