Why do I comply so easily? Why am I such a slut? But I don’t feel that then, I feel it now, sharing it with you. His hands move down my nude back an... squeeze my buttocks, kneading them. I don’t know if I was wet the whole time since he led me to his room, but I was acutely aware of my wetness now. Without speaking, he removes one hand and keeping the other on my buttock, leads me to the rapidly filling bath. It’s not quite half full, but he helps me in and I sit in the deepening water. The jets. Whilst Harvey supervised the crew as they removed the top hamper and stowed away the sails, and Bartleby promised to look after the three young women, Thomas took the cutter upriver to Westminster where he went ashore and found a hackney cab that took him past St. James and to Stanhope Gate in Mayfair. The house Angela owned there was certainly grand, with three storeys and an elaborately decorated front facing the street. Thomas let his eyes take in the setting before he climbed the steps. Finally Dannie started talking in Spanish to the officer who was trying to boss us around. She told him all the places we have sailed, and finally he agreed to let her talk to the Commandant. He wouldn’t let her bring daddy along, so we were nervous.After about 15 minutes, Dannie came back walking beside a tall man in a uniform with lots of medals. She smiled and shook his hand and introduced him to daddy. She helped daddy talk to the Commandant and explain how “Wings” had special equipment. Specifically, I had this dildo pressing it’s way into my cunt to worry about. I heard a button click and the machine hum to life. The dildo moved rhythmically in and out of me. I moaned at this new sensation, I had only been fucked by a machine once before, and never while in bondage. But now I would have to do it alone. Footsteps headed toward the door and I heard it close as Brian stepped out. He would now be gone for an uncertain amount of time, and he had left me with an unfeeling machine.