"Time for the next course," Yancey chuckled.He tapped the throbbing crown of his King Kong dingdong.Then could not resist hanging his banger for a few...more ruts in Belladonna's bum."Ngh. Eaugh. Unh."Yancey next yanked his twanger from between Belladonna's buns. Dingdong gleaming, teeming with the dense blood of erection.He waved his kingly scepter by the corona.Ogle-eyed Christabel's maw at work.Mincing womanflesh.Salivating on the slick seam between Dominique's spattering jimjam and yawning. "The sailor showed them into a stateroom that would have been the envy of the Shah's palace. Lacie kept her eyes to the ground. What sort of sea captain had splendid surroundings like these?A fruity bass voice greeted them with: "H'adĭn, my friend. I've not seen you for so long. And you have brought me a young lady. Look up, my treasure. Let me see you. Welcome aboard the Golden Cockerel; our Coq d'Or."He spoke to H'adĭn. "You know, I do believe she will satisfy the Sultan." The voice was deep. "Naked yoga?" Peter suggested."Um, I guess that would be OK. I don't know yoga though." You should start learning it. It's wonderful for flexibility and muscle tone." Peter advised. "I can show you a pose for this painting. Face me."Meagan still had all her clothes on, but Peter had already taken his shirt off. Surreptitiously, Debbie activated the video mode on her camera. "Start with your hands at your side. Next, make your left arm straight, and move it away from your body by about a foot.. The feathery feeling is gone now, replaced with something cold and wet... an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can not choose, while my body revels in the sensation. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured book, a coveted painting, and he tantalizes every square millimeter of me, until I am shuddering, gasping, wanting. At.