Was Segundo losing it? The man had started softly whimpering as he walked. Segundo was mumbling something with each step, and he didn’t even seem to...know it.“What are you staring at?” Segundo growled through his dry mouth. It was difficult to talk. His tongue and upper palate felt like dry and brittle leather. Geraldo just shook his head, not wanting to talk either. It would be too physically painful. They continued their march in silence.Five minutes later, Segundo began to feel confused.. "Tell me you're going to cum." No." Say it." No." Say it, my love. Tell me you're going to cum." No." Dawn argued with the girl while cumming at the same time. The first few spasm were in the same rhythm as Cari's fingers, but then her hips started gyrating in a purely random fashion. "No. Yeeees, oh gawd, yes."Cari let go of Dawn's arm with her left hand and grabbed a handful of hair. Then she glared into the woman's teary eyes and displayed supreme control. "Say it, my love. Tell me you love. Like, is this outfit too sexy? Would it be inappropriate at my job? Do I send the wrong signals to the wrong people? Why are things so complicated?"I laughed. "Well, that's why we're here, right?" I said, looking sideways at the audience. "This is as much an experiment for us, as it is for you. What would happen if you said you really want a cock right now?"She shuddered slightly, but then moaned: "Hmmm... I don't know, but now that you mention it... I really would like a cock right now," she. He was hardly the man of her girlish dreams. Even poor Clemence had been much easier to look at. She silently wept for Clemence and for herself. The resulting ache lasted until the next morning.Except when it was raining, the Conroy girls reappeared on the quarterdeck every day wrapped in cloaks and hoods and obviously enjoying the sight of green land and marveling at the flights of birds and the antics of the dolphins that sometimes leapt alongside the ship. Often the younger girl's long, red.