“My steward will need help to move my furniture in here,” he said, to which Muir nodded. “But that has to wait for a few moments. What can you t...ll me of Dido’s condition?”“She went through revision last year, Sir. She’s old, as you probably know, but she’s not showing it. The timbers are sound, there’s no hog in her keel, and she gives a pretty turn of speed. We still carry long nines on the main deck, but four of the six-pounders were replaced with carronades. We’re fully provisioned again. He wanted the room to feel unused. On a night like this, he knew there wouldn’t be more than two or three people, and they’d barely notice the difference, but it gave him the illusion of organizing his mind.When he was finished, he sat at the end of the row and opened a folder of hand-scrawled papers. He indulged himself in the charade of looking at them, but Rena was at the center of every passing thought. The scrawl on the papers became a hazy blur as he ran a hundred possible things to tell. Only this mistress was dressed in a totally black leather outfit including a thin leather mask. There wasn't any audio, but it was obvious that the leather clad woman was lecturing the bound woman and as she did so she would casually fondle and toy with various parts of her body.Pausing the video with the remote control, Norma then said, "Caroline, dear, I really want you to watch this very closely, because this poor girl's story is you own fate for this evening. I want you to know, also, that. "Oh no you don't!" Amanda shrieked and grabbed her son's thickening cock. "I thought you'd want to rest now." Poor Adam. He didn't know when to stop joking. "Nooooooo..." Amanda played along, letting her son have his fun."Now is our special time." She was now caressing her son's cock with both hands, massaging his balls and rubbing his fat stem and head between her hands."Oh mom!" Adam groaned. "You will make me cum." Why would I do that to my own son!" she said with an exaggerated outrage that.