Stroke ... cum ... play with my tits... "Melissa giggled. "Who needs a big vocabulary, right? And who needs to feel anything except nice and horny."Me...inda panted, her eyes glazed. "Uhhn ... yeah ... pussy ... play with my pussy..." Oh my goodness!" came a cry from down the hall.Melissa glanced lazily at the sound and smiled. She turned back to Melinda. "And that's what's going to happen to you if keep trying to talk. Or try to communicate in any other way. Nothing but sex comes out. And you'll. I wished the phone would shut up. It was making my head hurt."Did you upload it to the internet?" Ron asked."No. It was just for us. We didn't want any-wuh see it, ever. Someone musta stoled it. Someone muss..." Charlotte! Charlotte, wake up! She's waking up, Ron! Charlotte?"I looked over at her, lying on the other couch. Her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, moaned long and loud as though realizing she was still in hell, and then she started crying, helpless, piteous, pathetic sobs, the. ‘Well, it’s not that,’ he said grinning. ‘But, it’s still awkward. I wanted this to go smoothly. Not like this. I think this is the best way to go though. I don’t know what I’m talking about, this is terribly confusing…’ He trailed off and looked down at his feet then out at the ocean. Gin picked up his hand and started lightly grazing his palm with her nails. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to let her know how he felt. And how far he wanted to go. ‘Ok, Gin. I can’t say it because I don’t. “I watched as a half dozen young girls walked down the gangway from off my vessel, most of them no more than eleven years old. I asked whose children they were, thinking the Captain had allowed crew members bring their families on the voyage. I was horrified when told they were bound for a special brothel in Vienna. Believe me, Giovanni, I had no idea this trade was carried out by my ships. I immediately gathered the little girls up, and had them taken to my house in Venezia. I later found them.