I move up a bit so I am over her upper thighs and lower stomach and slowly feed inches of it into my ass which is more than ready and relaxed by my mo...d and previous experience. Soon I have almost eight of the inches in me, its easy compared to the thicker eight inches I had last weekend but still not too easy. There is some bad pain which settles into good pain as she does half inch strokes into my ass. Before I know it she has the full nine inches buried in me and I am doing the strokes up. Their breasts heaved, their biceps strained as they pulled on the oars. A steady rhythm was maintained; there was no let up. A tapped drum indicated the required pace. The routine of a galley-slave was simple. Four hours on an oar, eight hours chained in the hold; back to the oar for another four hours, then back to the hold for a further eight hours. That was the twenty four hour cycle of their existence... and always they were under the threat of the whip. All the galley-slave Overseers were. As we walked i couldn't help but notice what a great body she had and the most amazing pair of tits i has seen in a long time. The way they moved as she walked had me mesmerised. I'm sue she saw me checking them out a couple of times but she didn't seem to mind.We got back to the hotel after about 30 minutes and i invited her in for a thank you drink which she gratefully accepted. As we were in the hotel bar Jane walked in so I called her over. Turns out her friends couldn't make it today. Fabulous.’ ‘I love it when he says that!’ Denise told Anne, and they both smiled warmly at each other. They turned to go, collecting their shawls from the king-sized bed. Stan followed. He kissed them both lightly on the back of the neck, and let them precede him from the room. The hotel had a number of wonderful historic rooms, dating back to the 18th Century. Stan and his two partners had an appointment in one of them, named after a former French Queen. Stan had cast around, trying to find a.