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 sig...t, 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 were Amanda Fortune, a handsome matron of perhaps thirty-five years, and her snooty daughter Jane, who was sixteen and, we were told, engaged to be wed, and Mrs. Robert. I heard a knock again, louder this time. Who could it be? My parents were most certainly asleep. If there were a fire, someone would come bursting in, they wouldn’t knock. The person knocked a third time. I reluctantly crawled out of bed, muttering under my breath, and opened my bedroom door. Before me stood my brother, in his boxer shorts. His abs made it hard for me to look him in the eyes, since I infrequently saw him without his shirt.“Jason… what are you doing up this late? I’m going to. One life down, and two to go. "Too easy," Michael thinks to himself.Ted's opponent suffers a similar fate. He quickly, and effortlessly disposes of him, and claims his first victory. Both Michael and Ted wrap up their games in just under three minutes total. The two of them meet up at the registration table to record their wins."So, how'd your game go?" asks Mike."Oh you know, I pressed a few buttons, and counted the tiles on the ceiling. You?"Michael laughs. "Yeah, same here." He looks around. They shared a look they both knew well. April released her breasts and opened both of her hands. John watched his wife’s face turn to shock and then to ecstasy as her hands crashed down over her nipples. John raked his teeth over April’s clit the second she landed her blow. April screamed, unashamedly, and took a long, gurgling breath while John’s tongue flicked at her stiff bean. John’s fingers curled back inside her, stroking her walls. His free hand punished her with a small crack across her.