“Damp... , “ he murmured.“F-Fuck you!” was her response.“Did it hurt when these negroes raped you?” he asked, “Did you scream in pain o... beg for mercy?”“It doesn’t matter how many times you or these scum rape me or beat me, I’ll never break! I’m an American!”“HA!” the Sheikh sneered, “It’s hard to credit tough talk from a woman who cannot stop a man fingering her cunt!”P-TOO!Barbara’s spit hit the Arab full in the face. Instinctively he recoiled and wiped his face with his sleeve.One of his. She kissed him slowly and teasingly, dropping her hands to his waist and unbuckling the belt on his jeans. With quick, deft movements she had his jeans undone and had pushed them down over his hips along with the shorts he wore beneath them. The weight of the wet jeans dragged them down to the floor and without missing a beat she followed, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t move and still neither of them said a word. He was big but not massive and. The sleeve of Scarlet's shirt turned crimson from the wound but he ignored it and the pain trying to maintain the distance between them and the Ketch, knowing at their current distance their larger cannons and swivels could hit the Ketch but its smaller guns would be almost useless against them."Load the starboard swivels with chain!" Aba yelled, "Aim for their sails! Let's turn her into a rock!"One and half minuets later the swivels were loaded with chain.Two swivels fired.One missed.One hit,. I pushed up my shirt to expose my black lace bra, teasing my nipples with the pads of my left hand's fingers. A slight moan escaped my lips when I realized it was best not to make any noise out loud. Easier said than done.It was two stories in when I slid my hand down underneath the thin fabric of my panties and a small smile formed on my lips, feeling the freshly shaved flesh underneath the layer of clothes, and the wet folds of my waiting pussy begun to drip. A small smirk formed on my lips.