... like....Like what?You're some sort of an easy slut.Obviously that's the look I'm going for. Since when do you care?Well.... I don't but if you wan... all the guys staring at you then go ahead.Maybe I do. I'm going outside.I put some baby oil on my fingers and dripped a few drops on my pussy. I was rubbing my pussy and stopped when my br(o)ther came outside. He was wearing a speedo. A speedo I thought. I was going to say something but decided that would chase him back inside. I turned on my. Watching my dick being completely sucked by that beautiful half-dressed body. Her legs tightening against my bare ass on the floor.I grabbed her cheeks and start moving her, harder and harder. I would give our voyeuristic pervert a show she would’ve never forgotten. My barmaid was now desperately trying not to shout but her thighs were now slapping against my body while her clitoris and wombs got so soaked to leak all over my asshole.«Cum… cum for me…» her moans were now clearly audible in the. I could never have slid so glamorously oreasily into the seat again if I tried it again a hundred times, butafter closing the distance, I felt I could stop the conversation aboutmy dressing, and bring it to the next level."If you want, I could change into something else tonight."Jack smiled. "You're perfect. Don't change a thing."I couldn't help but smile. "Then I won't."Jack finished making my second drink and placed it in front of me. Myfingers traced around the stem of the glass, waiting. However the blur was moving and moving fast towards Bartand and the crew of the Merryweather."Alright lads; axes, swords, and bows at the ready. These French bastards are coming at us again, and will be here soon enough." Bartand roared out, commanding the small force of armed guards aboard the ship.This wasn't the first battle Bartand had been involved in, with these men. The Merryweather had been at sea for almost three months, trading between France and even Germany with English goods..