I never would have thought this sort of stuff was in our family cupboard, a dark secret of my mothers own making, and to think that many of her friend... say, 'I am a chip of her block', she and I are kindred spirits, perhaps that part explains my own preoccupation with masturbation, something I have practised since I was around nine.That day at the reception of Grannies passing, he called me over and held my hand, and I could see in his eyes that there was something in there that liked me, 'I. I don’t look around, but I hear Bell gulp and then feel a cold sensation at my cunt’s entrance.“I am going to fuck you with this bottle, bitch.”My heart jumps into my mouth. Hot, holy shit. “Fuck me, do it.”She thrusts the neck of the bottle right up and starts thrusting fast. Oh, my fucking god. I collapse gasping into the sheets. Bell keeps up her relentless fucking of my pussy. Faster and faster. I can’t speak. I just moan and groan. I push back. I want more. She slaps my ass.“Cum for me.”I. As a contract, the government provided me with economical benefits. Basically, I would be set for life if this project would do it's magic. Even if it didn't - I would still only have to work a few more years.Being the leader, I didn't really have any spare time. I worked from six to ten. My daughter Kelly, a junior in a high school woke up seven, and slept when I got home. We would talk about what we did during the day, and she would go to her bed then I would go to mine.Today, our project is. I took my share straight to the bank and deposited it, keeping some back to pay Erna in the morning.Even with all that I’d paid out, my balance was still over 250 Conchs.There wasn’t any point in trying to screw the town out of the money I’d paid workers to fix up the Pirate’s Gift. I’d gotten out of that mess with a good profit. I did go talk to the workers and point out that they’d have to get the town to pay them as it wasn’t my ship any more. I offered to continue to help with the refit,.