I've no idea what it is. The gag's opening is tofar back in my throat for me to taste. It could be just water or perhapssome nutrient mix or what ev...r. The only control I have over any of thisis signaling I'm aware enough to receive it. Gagging or choking wouldnot be good in this position. Shortly, I begin to feel that familiarwarmth begin to spread through me. I feel my girly cock pulse at this.I know that there must've been something in whatever that liquid was evenas it refreshed me. . The first squirt goes down her throat, and I pull out of her mouth and finish by jerking the nest three rope strings of come in her face. Dana relaxes a little thinking I am done, but still holding her hair I slap her face. My hand gets coated with come as I slap her several more times. Still holding her hair I push my come coated hand into her mouth and order her to lick it clean. I love the look on her face as she takes my four fingers like a cock in her mouth and I fuck her mouth with them.. "Um, no, of course not, after all, I'm female," I said, though I was blushing, but eagerly looking at her rapidly revealed nudity nonetheless. As though in slow motion, the white terrycloth sheet slipped to the floor, revealing her smooth, unblemished body, her olive skin quite beautiful and nearly taking my breath away. Her body was like that of a Grecian goddess, crafted by a genius, smooth and perfectly crafted, and not at all afraid to have curves. Her hips took my breath away, so full and. Back in the main cabin I eyed a long cabinet that looked out-of-place. The advertising literature showed that space as being an upper bunk. Curious, I looked inside. It was partially full of big canvas bags and bundles of rope. Hunh. The sail locker had been moved from the stern to here. It blocked some of the light from the main cabin’s port-holes. However the overhead was painted bright white and since the actual port-hole wasn’t covered the light coming in reflected back down.The bilge was a.