..fuck me...fuck me...”I heard him grunt as he came and then silence.A minute later, I heard him say, “Oh, yeah, that’s it.” I knew she was su...king him clean.I woke up again a couple hours later with Carole squealing. “God, your ass is so tight,” Guy almost yelled. The room when quiet again a couple minutes later.I got up around seven and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. The two of them stumbled out when the smell of fresh coffee made it into their room. Guy had put on some shorts,. Do it, English.”“You… you want it?”“I deserve it.”I pulled her to me and she cried aloud. Too rapid to respond, she yelped with the sting of each thrust, just like in the cinema, so static and available.“Did you like it when her fingers made you orgasm?”Staccato lunges shook her words from her stricken body.“Oui, oui…”Fading into the distance, I would not relent, “That hard cock, when you stroked and sucked him?”She reeled, a wave of undulations that struggled to adapt to this clatter of. "Bring up the main top, Mr. Carling!" Anson commanded. Syren was not build to take 18-pounder fire, and they would need their manoeuvrability soon enough.The topmen rushed up the ratlines, the bosun was assembling his men, and soon the top mast was being lifted up from the deck where it had rested."The Dutchman is still gaining, sir," Carling said beside Anson."So I can see, Mr. Carling. Cast off the second sea anchor, if you please."With the drag of the sea anchor gone, Syren almost leapt. As a way of compensating I offered him my hand. He of course used it to pull me off my feet on the pretext of getting up but I accepted this.Plautius was asked to do the same move again but do it very slow. This was hard to understand and I talked him through it. I wasn't able to throw him because I was moving too slow and not able to use his momentum.This was done three times until he knew what to expect. He came at me again and I still managed to throw him to the ground. This time I was not.