"What the fuck?” I mumbled under my breath. At least I thought it was under my breath. She jumped up and bolted to the window. I laughed as the Tar...an type loincloth fell to her ankles causing her to trip and fall at my feet as I opened the door. I looked down and at once was aroused by the sight. She lay there looking up at me in shock. The loin cover around her ankles and her shiny chocolate, perfectly rounded, naked ass reflecting a combination of firelight and moonlight. She sheepishly. Greta made a futile effort to cover herself, then spun and fled into her room. A few whistles and a bit of ribald laughter followed her, but most of the crew were quickly quelled by a hard glare from the officer o’ the watch. ‘Good gracious, what on earth …?’ Lord Cuthburt shoved through the crowd, puffing and absurd in a long striped nightshirt and matching cap. His mouth flopped open when he saw Constance. She curtseyed as gracefully as the situation allowed. ‘Good evening, Lord Cuthburt.’. He made her palms sweaty and her cheeks flush red when she thought of him. But she still wasn’t sure. He was a minister. They weren’t allowed to get involved with anyone. Let alone someone as young as herself. Derek was what, 34? Ivy wondered how many times she had pondered this. Almost every day she thought of him. She thought of his sexy body, his hard stomach and chest, his tattoo and the scares that decorated his muscular torso. She thought of his beautiful bronze eyes and dark, wavy hair. We both knew what we wanted.More slowly this time, she slid her hand underneath my shorts, eager to find again my throbbing cock with her oily fingers. Easing it from my shorts she held it by the root and gazed at it in its entirety before gently drawing her fingernails down the underside of my swollen shaft. I could have come there and then but Grace had other ideas and wrapped her fingers around the length of my cock as she started to slowly wank me – drawing her strong slender fingers up.