He knew now that the addiction to her breasts was a fetish that went both ways. Would they ever get tired of doing it? He didn’t think so.Beth knew ...he would never get tired of the titty fucking. Steve could do it every day if he wanted to. She loved the feel of his cum on her. What a treat it was to get a pearl necklace which she slept with last night. She wanted to go to work with the crusty left over’s but thought better of it. Tonight she would rub it on her titties with the baby oil making. We chatted about school, and when we arrived he got out and hurried to open my door for me. He had the dinner already cooked, and started the movie before serving me. He cooked steak and mashed potatoes, which was scrumptious. When asked what I wanted to drink, one of the options was vodka and cranberry juice and I agreed.We ate, I got a couple refills of my drink, and watched the movie, and somewhere in that we cuddled up together and stayed like that til the end of the movie. As the credits. My men got them to over my ship as my prize crew boarded. My boys were anxious and nearly drooling with anticipation as they rowed hard and ignored the show of tears. We had enjoyed a few female captives before, worn them out and, I fear, fed them to the fishes.An hour later, with my handsome prize almost out of sight, one that would make me a good bit richer, I met with the four women on the quarterdeck. They were still unhappy that I had sent their maids away. Most unseemly I was told.They. I'm special. " Yeah, I can see that." I leaned over the blanket she had spread and kissed her lightly on the lips."Ahoy there," broke the kiss as Brian and Charlotte made their way forward."Hey kids! What are you guys doing out here?" Charlotte and I had lunch at Hornblowers (May the dinner barge rest in peace. Hornblowers closure was a great loss to Cleveland's lakefront.), and thought we'd take at look at what you were going to blow my inheritance on. Boy is she sweet. I didn't know you guys.