I wanted to do so many things, I wanted to run and vomit, I wanted to run in there and bash their heads in, I wanted to get my cock out and join in, I...wanted to slit my wrists and die a slow and painful death, most of all I wanted to be able to do something, anything aside from standing there watching. But standing there watching was the only thing I was able to do as it seemed my entire body had decided to save me from doing anything I might regret later by not allowing me to do anything at. Who knew betterthan he now just how dangerous it was?The former Raul, now a beautiful pampered princess, reclined on hercushions under the silk awning on deck. She sneered with her pretty lipsat Saffie as she was led into view then clicked her fingers. "Leave us,"she said to Asim, and he bowed and withdrew.Saffie shuffled, noticing the hawk was nowhere to be seen and feelingpainfully uncomfortable in the shape of a slave. He wanted to demand hisbody back but he was terrified the new princess. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful obsession. The girls, then women in my fantasies became. Only one took my attention. I thought he was 40 years old, nice looking even in the darkness of the area, jerking his nice cock, looking at a video screen, standing in the door of a cabin, so that nobody can enter into it and anybody can clearly see him and his cock. I was quite attracted by him and I thought I would have sucked hi if I got the chance.After half an hour, walking around, sitting and jerking sometimes in a cabin, sometimes in the theater, also a few times in the one with the.