They had guns and pointed them at us, so we were not about to argue with them. Dammit, I knew what slavery meant to a woman, so I snatched up a kerose...e lamp what was on our breakfast table and threw it at the man. The lamp broke and scattered burning kerosene all over the damn place. The men ran out the back door to escape the flames, and we ran out the front door."The clothes of a couple of the bastards were on fire, and that must've been what kept them charging after us right away. Anyway,. Sometimes she takes them on weekends if she hasn't slept well during the week." Is that the case right now?" Yes, I'm afraid it is. The thing is, when she's on those pills she's complexly out of it. I mean, if there were a fire the alarm wouldn't wake her. That's why I mention it. Should something happen in my absence, I'm relying on you to make sure she's protected." Like in, in case of fire, drag her sleeping body out of the house?'"That's exactly what I mean." Okay, I'll bear that in mind,. "A bit less than nine feet of depth in the hold. That means that she will draw somewhere around ten feet of water loaded," the Captain noted with another smile, but added, "She is definitely taking on water. That's not a good sign. It will take a lot of work by the crew to keep her dry."I believe that we can fix that," I told him."It would require hauling her out of the water and going over all of the planking after removing the copper hull plates. It's a long process, and we don't have time. She had invested in the bustier, hiring a seamstress who specialized in costumes for strippers. The garment tailored for her breasts, lifting them slightly to form the classic profile of perfect breasts. More importantly, it was comfortable, which meant that it would not remain in the novelty drawer... It only slightly accentuated her cleavage. Looking up the line of her profile up past her flat stomach, my wife's breasts seemed to spring from her chest, saying "Here we are!" My cock sprang to.