I could see he was fascinated by the marks on me, particularly the bruised bite marks on my tits, though as a gentleman he never mentioned them, I was...almost imperceptibly grinding my puss on the corner of his desk, leaving a tiny wet spot as I finished my coffee, did a twirl, put my cup in the sink, grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. Back downstairs, I left my door wide open, I sprawled naked on my bed and started watching gangbang videos on my laptop, slowly working my dildo in and. . .sorry. . .ohh, I was just calling. . .’ I swirled my tongue round an erect nipple, ‘Oooohhh! Hang on a minute.’ She held the phone away from her and tugged my head up by the hair. Yanking it up, she locked her mouth onto mine and kissed me hard and fast, then she shoved me back down to her nipples and carried on the conversation, ‘Hi. . . yeah, he certainly is. . .mmm, uh-uh,. . .thick and juicy, just like you said. . .(laughs). . .there was definitely plenty of juice. . .’ By now I had. As we approached the ship, I transferred the firkin to the quay, and we rolled it ahead of us. It was mostly empty by now having only a gallon, or two of ale left in it. We carefully moved it up the gangplank and into the Captain's cabin. He had some mugs there."Now this is the way to relax!" he told me, as we sat in his cabin. Later the ship's Mate joined us. The two of them consumed a lot of ale that evening, while I just sipped mine. They really enjoyed it, but I was sure that they would. A panel in the table slid aside uncovering a makeup dish. It was labeled 'concealer'.||Apply concealer as indicated||In the flat-screen monitor/mirror, the computer had highlighted areas of my face to be concealed. It was so weird. I mean, there was my face, essentially a real-time mirror image, and overlaid on the image were contour lines showing me where the computer felt I needed to apply concealer.Next to the dish of concealer was a soft sponge. I dabbed it in the concealer and applied it.