Rashbrooke needn't have worried, though, the Poltava had a full suite of the most modern electronic navigation equipment. But it was a nice diplomatic...touch all the same.The Poltava tied up at the Overseas Passenger Terminal, once it was confirmed that the cruiser's overhang would not knock off the top floor of the terminal building. The bows of the ship flared widely, but there was sufficient clearance.Rashbrooke had managed to organise a trip for Briyan to visit his Grandfather's birthplace.. I see a tall slim redhead. My hair is piled on top of my head with many strands now dangling around my face. I touch my bare neck, where my collar used to be, and am reminded once again that I am a slave. I turn to face the wall of mirrors, and look closer at my self. I am mesmerized by the steam, the fear, the confusion. What am I doing here, in this place, naked and very alone? I touch my neck again, watching myself in the mirror. My hand slides slowly down to my breasts, lightly touching the. Turning around, you press your lips against mine, giving me a deep, passionate kiss.Grabbing at my pants, you fumble at the button and fly, eager to wrap your hand around my long hard shaft, and to place it into your mouth to give me an equal amount of pleasure.I lean back, resting on my hands as you slide my jeans down enough to release me from my otherwise uncomfortable state. Slowly stroking me with one hand, you cup my balls with the other. Sliding your body down to a horizontal position,. Slowly, her stepbrother's hand went up. Amazingly, it didn't even feel bad. She had actually thought he was a boring late bloomer, but now that he was confidently sliding a finger into her cunt, she had to groan spontaneously. She clearly felt how she got wet between her thighs. Apparently, she could combine the useful with the pleasant here and now. How nice!Slowly, she leaned forward and groped for his crotch. But what was that?! Sandy had to swallow, because what she felt through Peter's.