My eyes are my camera.Who cares? Proud of my talents and skills, and my career, They made me a good income as a ship’s watch officer. I am always on...watch and analyze everything! Until I retired, it was my career and livelihood. What is the most important instrument on a ship’s bridge? The eyes of the navigator! Now I sail where-ever I want, on my own boat. My skills are used for my own pleasures.In regards to relating this story, my observation skills enable me to accurately describe. Connie screamed and writhed, bucking against her ropes as the officer grasped the collar of her shirt with both hands and yanked it open, jerking off most of the buttons in the process as he pulled it back over her shoulders.Then her grabbed her full breasts and rammed again, getting a bit deeper into the young woman's body. He cried out in success and she groaned in pain as her body cavity began to yield, and he started moving his cock in and out of her tight but slippery grip as he mauled her. Nokara started flailing as much as she could when he cut off her air with his dick, and he growled, Stop fighting, bitch, or you will learn a new meaning of pain! At his look, Kaneez laid into her with all her strength as he pounded in and out of Nokaras throat, hitting his tip against the back every time. By the time he was ready to explode, Nokara was gasping for breath each time he pulled out, and Kaneez was sweating heavily with the exertion of the caning. Finally, he felt his climax. It was gorgeous, all tiled with marble and all upscale accents. There was a king size four poster bed with a mirror over it, a large TV and a jetted tub that was big enough for an entire dinner party. We were both famished and tired but we couldn’t go for breakfast without checking out the bed first. Neither of us had ever been in a bed with a mirror over it before and we wanted to check out the possibilities before we left for breakfast.I pushed you backwards until you obligingly toppled.