Toasts had been drunk, and while his guests sipped on their Ports and nibbled on the excellent Stilton cheese, Commodore Hastings asked for their atte...tion.“Gentlemen, this squadron, as you know, will be detached to the East, with the express purpose of disrupting the shipping through the Genoese and Tuscany seaports, but also to disrupt the trade between Corsica and the French or Italian mainlands.“According to our reports, the French keep three or four frigates at Genoa and Porto Vecchio.. My whole life I've been the doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I didn't know any better."Frankly, if you had let me go, I would have tried to find someone like you are now and probably not succeeded. I would have ended up compromising and eventually I would have gotten lonely, caved in and ended up in a relationship just like the one that we were in. And you would have probably found someone else like me and ended up. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror as he slowly lifted my asshole up and down his long black shaft with cum dripping out my red gapping and swollen cunt and I said I am a BBC whore. Do with me as you wish. He smiled and said o I have plans for you. Just then someone knocked on the door. Instead of setting me down and answering the door he just walked over and had me look out the sight hole. I said its a pizza delivery guy. He said about time I ordered the us some food. Thought you. Better than fine. John takes better care of me than you ever did.” I wanted the comment to hurt. It never seemed to faze him though. He bent down to tie his shoe and on the way back up, his hand found itself gliding up my thigh and under my little black dress and on my ass. No one noticed even though I jumped a little. “You sure? He seems a little, well, beta. Repressed. I can’t imagine that does it for you.” He asked and put his hand in my underwear, slipping his middle finger into the crack.