May I trouble you to send the cutter to the Lark schooner to pick up my secretary, my steward, and my belongings?”“Of course, Sir Thomas. I ... we...heard that you sank an Algerian two-decker with the Unicorn. We are very proud to have you as our new captain, Sir Thomas.”“Thank you, Mr. Harvey. Perhaps we can spend some time this afternoon to go over the ship’s logs and clades with my secretary?”“Aye-aye, Sir Thomas. I shall send the cutter now.”“Thank you, Mr. Harvey.”Thomas was left alone in. “Then again, maybe Pete should come.”“Cool. What should I wear?”“Uh, no dress this time.”“Ooh, just bra and underwear?” Lara teased. “Are we skinny dipping?”I sighed patiently. “Not unless you want to scare Pete to death. I meant wear jeans or pants.”“Oh, okay. What exactly are we doing?”“You’ll see.”The next afternoon, I led my two models out to an old playground that was a remnant from older times when the high school housed younger students. The slide was hopelessly rusted, but the. Her nipples suddenly turned hard as she felt the hungry claws grabbing at her tiny waist as if it needed better leverage to plunder her backdoor.Unmistakably, still unwavering to the sensations, the young woman cringed at the lustful touches of the creature and wished to escape her unfortunate situation. She tried to crawl away from it, but couldn't move at all as she was secured by its limbs, only making her body wiggle, making her juicy butt cheeks beckon at the alien.She felt her face. "Jesus, he is a faggot!" Tony exclaimed, and he punched her in the gut.Alexis doubled over, and Tony kicked her.Tom stood there dumbfounded. Everything seemed to slow down. He staredat Alexis on the floor of their kitchen. "Get the fuck up faggot, I'llgive you what you want," Tony said grabbing Alexis by the hair. Tonybent Alexis over a kitchen stool and flipped up her dress exposing herpanties. Crying she looked over for Tom. Frantically, she made eyecontact with Tom."Tommy, please...".