He sent the second youngest to bring the constables. His mother’s death would need to be registered and ownership of the shack transferred to him st...aight away if the rest of the family was to survive. There was just the little issue of there being too many bodies living in the shack. Margaret had been a soft hearted woman and hadn’t been able to part with any of her children. The maximum occupancy of a two room shack in the Sprawl was currently six. With Margaret’s death and the latest. “Baby girl, I’m so in love with you,” replied Marin without hesitation. “Say it, baby… say it,” he urged.“Oh, daddy, I love you so much! And I love fucking you so much! Whose dick is this, daddy? Who does this dick belong to?” she groaned the last part.“This is my daughter’s dick… nobody gets this dick but my baby girl!” he declared.“That’s right daddy… that’s my cock you’re fucking me with. All mine! You know whose pussy this is?” she teased, her hips gathering speed, pounding him forcefully. He was getting a fifth rate frigate already, a nice compliment on Pellew’s part, but also an increase in his pay, not that he was depending on that. He looked at Muir.“I have also papers with me for you, detailing the prize monies you can expect. Mr. Portnoy wasted little time, and the monies were invested in the Funds and are drawing interest until your return to England.”Muir smiled openly. “Can you tell me how much, Sir?”“The wardroom will share in £11,800,” Thomas answered.Muir whistled.. “Mein beautiful Fraulein.” he breathed. She stroked his penis slowly, feeling it harden. “We don’t have much time.” “Time enough, keep your voice low.” She nodded as he pulled her panties to one side and stroked her lips with the head of his penis, she closed her eyes and waited. But the stroking continued for a few minutes before he inserted the head about an inch. She winced, waiting for the inevitable plunge, but instead there was just a gentle thrusting as he pushed the head in and.