And it seemed to work. The other nationalities stopped coming for cargo ... bid out of business, I suppose; or disappeared in the typhoons.Tens of tho...sands of ships ... and their crews litter the bottoms of the oceans and seas. The sea is a harsh mistress. She exacts a price of those who dare to tread on her.The newcomers began to arrive at this or that island either just before or during the visits of the established traders. Visiting like neighbors with common goals, the Imperial Japanese. You are still reading. This means your body is tingling with excitement and your pussy is dripping wet. Your mind is racing and several memories consuming you with lust. At this point you desire being commanded. You clutch your phone giddy with excitement. A short simple text forms, “Ready master”. You pause before touching send, shivering with anticipation. Heart pounding. How desperately you crave to be my plaything. A puppet with me pulling the strings. But, you just can’t press,. ‘Yes,’ I answered, vaguely thinking it was a strange question. ‘Do you own a garter belt, Katherine?’ ‘I think the one from my wedding is still in my drawer.’ ‘Hmmmm, Katherine loves the feel of stockings and thigh high nylons. Katherine will only wear such hosiery starting ASAP. Is that understood, Katherine?’ ‘Yes, Katherine will go shopping for new hosiery,’ I agreed, talking in third person. ‘Since we are talking about shopping, do you own thongs?’ ‘Oh my, no,’ I replied, my conservative. Then I spread her pussy to see it in full glory. I pulled back her hood and rubbed her clit a little then licked it. Her back arched and she bit down on her lip again trying not to moan too loud. I chuckle a little and keep exploring. Then I slide my finder into her wet pussy. It's so tight and warm I thought I was going to come right then. I gathered my bearings and got down to work. I kissed up and down the inside of her thighs creating a small puddle on the sofa. Then I pulled her clit into.