Still, when we get to Long Cut if you’ll take me to the bank I’ll show you your Conch. You won’t get it until I reach the bank at Small Cove, th...ugh.”“Give me a Shell first, and then the Conch in Small Cove.”“Deal.”I held my hand out and we shook. If I paid in advance, he could just have me killed while I slept. This way, he knew he would get the money, but only if I made it to Small Cove. An extra Shell was a small investment in my safety. I was no longer deck cargo, in the way and more. She then handed out the mugs and filled them, and we got comfy talking in whispers. She moved in closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Then i felt hands run down my sides and into my crotch, it felt amazing and I looked down only to realise it was her friend. She had come up behind me and wrapped her legs around me and was fondling me with her hands. She took my rigid cock out of my traditional underwear and that’s when my new friend suddenly pounced into action, her head dropped. “My word. There was a belief, in years gone by, that the size of a man’s penis was an indication of his pre-disposition to ungodliness.”She recalled her penchant for well-endowed males developed during a romantic encounter with the governor of a Turkish prison, seven years earlier. She’d long since realised it wasn’t a pleasure issue that inflamed her passion for size. It was the sense of victory she found in dominating such a sterling example of masculinity.Her hand gradually gained speed,. Violet stood looking more like a kitten that catwoman with her 5"4 frame. She had generous curves and a perfect handful of breasts. Hair black as night with a widows peak and her plastic cat ears sticking up proudly. "Damn, you look good enough to eat. Michael doesn't stand a chance" Violet said from the doorway. "Shhh, you might as well just shout it then" Charlotte hissed. "Relax, your soon to be boy toy is downstairs setting up for the party. Poor guy" Violet reassured her friend. "Poor.