His hips still thrusting forward, I want to come as I suck on him. I move my fingers faster, making me moan louder for him. I can hear him moaning for...me, telling me I’m such a good girl. He always knows what words to use to make me melt. I love being his good girl. The intense feeling of having to orgasm rises higher, making me squirm a bit. He knows I’m close, urging me on to come. He tells me, “Come on, Nicole, be my good girl, come for me.” His words are like magic, as if he puts me under a. I pleaded with her to come back home. I even during the later emails, apologized for acting like a jerk. But she never replied to those emails. Just sent the one line emails about her being fine. I immersed myself in work. But I also thought, like Shilpa had asked me to. The more I thought, the more I felt bad for her. Yes, she had made a mistake. Several mistakes. But she had been played by a master manipulator. And even now, she was sorry. She still loved me. She promised she would never. You came to me partly because you thought living in a sailing ship sounded ... romantic? Something like that, anyway. You seemed to be really interested in the sea and sailing. You know I took this job as part of moving toward working with young people and getting qualifications in youth work. I thought I might well end up doing quite a lot of this sort of thing. The charity is trying to set up something like a mobile class-room, with Marty as teacher as well as Skipper. It would be interesting. Pammy told her “Not like that! You have to lift up your legs more, and spread them apart, like I was!” Rachel did just that! I could see her little white panties. Back and forth she swung, displaying to me her little undies and pretty smooth legs. After a few more swings, she dropped down. I asked her if everything was okay, and she said “Sure!' I told Pammy that I had to go check on the store for a minute..