Callous counted four silver crescents and two brass pieces from Brandil’s purse into the girl’s hand. ‘Graces, m’lord,’ the girl attempted a...clumsy curtsey and flitted off to the bar. Thylisa leaned across the table,’ Look, I appreciate what ya’ve done, but I haven’t time for this. I don’t know who ya are, or how ya know me, but I’ve a lot of things to take care of at the moment. So if ya’d be so kind as ta return my pack ta me, I’ll be leaving.’ An inferno flashed through Callous’ eyes as he. ” Sandy looks up through her perfectly round eyeglasses then looks down at the cock in her grasp as if considering my advice. . . . she begins her well-rehearsed pumping action as she returns to the magazine. I decide to let things go, especially as she seems determined to get me to ejaculate in short order.Suddenly, she stops and drops the magazine on the bed. “Hmm. . . . I think I know what needs to be done,” she says, releasing my organ and getting up and leaving the room.Of course, I have. She hurt his fragile male ego, and now he wants to show his dominance. She did not want to give him any satisfaction. But there was no avoiding that now, he was enjoying this whether she submitted or not. She just needed to endure his perverted torture until she could get out and take him down in the real. She would have to swallow her pride to make this more bearable.“Answer me. Do you love my cock?”“…Yes…Master,” she said bitterly.Varroch cracked a smile, “I know you do, Slave.” He took hold. He leaned in for one more wet kiss and a quick squeeze of my cock before we passed.Topside, the other guys were busy fishing as I mingled and took drink orders. I dropped off their requests and let them play with my goodies before heading back to see Grandpa. He was doing a little fishing of his own and showed me a few pictures of the catches they made while I was below. Flipping through the pics on his phone, I said amazed, "You really do more fishing on the Thursday cruises."Grandpa.