Or worse, killed out of hand. The Right of Protection is that absolute. It would be no better than the situation that we came from, and, in fact, woul... be a crueler Hell to taste freedom so briefly. But I had to have faith. A man who would risk harm for people they never met, put their life at risk to cut them out of a dying ship, and offer them their freedom without asking for a reward wouldn’t be the kind of man to abuse the Right of Protection. And I’m sorry that I am getting you in deeper. Upon entering the bathroom, I found the toilet seat down and a sheer black thong sitting on it with a note next to it saying, “wear me”. I recognized it, this thong was a part of another set I had given her, but it was one of those one size elastic band type so she knew it would stretch enough to fit. I had been wearing panties for a while without her knowledge and it had always been a fantasy of mine to wear them for her. So when I saw this, my cock nearly sprang out of my pants. Just as I. A few inches higher and he would be staring at her underwear clad pussy. He snapped himself out of the daze he was in as he felt his cock start to grow slightly more than it had as she fell backwards with her ass grinding into his cock moments before. When she looked up at him she realized his face was only inches from hers. He lips looked even better from this distance than they did from afar. Following what felt like several minutes (but was really only seconds) of silence, something. " "I want you to put on the same panties you wore today to get that big cock hard so you could suck it while I wasn't here while I go try out our new shower head in the bathroom." "Will you use it to get your pussy really clean for me to eat?" "Yes. I'm going to sit on your face like he did and make you lick my pussy until I cum all over your face like he did. Then I'm going to put on my twelve inch strap-on dildo and fuck you in your ass like he did, you dirty little slut boy." I knew Sherry.