Up another flight of stairs, past a queue by the loo, and three floors up, in this towering North London squat, where the low thumping sounds told her...that she’d arrived outside the chill-out room. Tiens! She suddenly realised that she needed to chill out more than anything else. Sweat was plastering her short hair close to her scalp. She needed more skank. Or some charas. Or anything. She pushed open the door, letting out a large cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. A stereo was blaring out from. She asked would they like coffees using her milk and they said please. She got up and went to the kitchen Jim’s eyes followed her and he said what a lovely arse. After they finished, she sat between them and unzipped their fly’s, when they were ready, they both shagged her, then asked to see her with Benji. Two weeks later Paul called and told us he had numerous requests to see her in the kennel again, we discussed it and she said she would love to go back if I agreed, I told her I had no. Dr. Yamada looked over at Ryan. His cock looked amazing. It was so hard, its head glistening with pre-cum, the veins on its shaft pulsing, that she had to have it now. His eyes were pleading with her for relief. His hips buckled with desire. After her orgasm subsided, Dr. Yamada gently pushed Angela away and straddled Ryan’s cock. She looked down as she lowered herself on to his shaft slowly, watching the tip part her pink puffy pussy lips and sighed in delight. “Oh my gawd!” both Dr. Yamada. Then I saw the true cause of the lamentations issuing from members of the crew in a state of most untypical Pandemonium. For there, on the quarter deck, her face and exposed breasts and vast belly covered in crimson, lay our captain Miranda, gasping with what one had to take to be her last breaths in this world.I let out a scream of distress and raced to her, pushing aside her Nubian wench and others to embrace my beloved captain in her final moments. "Kiss me, Esme," she croaked, and I pressed.