It was quite obvious that the pirates felt they had nothing to fear and they partied into the night as the brandy and rum flowed like water. Darkne...s descended quickly and Elizabeth and I watched with relief as the revellers finally became silent. We presumed they had succumbed to the liquor and we debated what to do."Maybe we could climb aboard and kill them in their sleep," I suggested."How many are there left alive? Surely there's bound to be somebody keeping a lookout," objected. Send your feedbacks to This is a continuation of my previous story Daddy’s Girl 1: The Lunch.The ride from the restaurant was quite uneventful. Daddy was already in his 50’s and I thought he would not have enough stamina to keep up with the advances of a horny young teenager. Boy was I wrong.Although daddy seemed a bit flustered and shocked at the restaurant, it became quite evident that he was totally into me. I had my jacket on, and my skirt pulled down as much as I could. I kept looking. ..the wondrous feeling of being impaled by a throbbing thickcock was almost too intense. My pussy felt so full, so stretched tightlyover his fabulously hard cock. I clenched my anal muscles aroundhim...yet held still as i was by the bonds. Arms restrained overhead bywrist cuffs and rope. Oh how i tried to lower them...futile...oh how itried to squeeze my legs together..also quite futile. An iron spreaderbar seperated my stance. A cuff on each ankle held it securely in placepreventing me from. She smiled then lifted afloor length mirror into view for Jenny. The newest slavegirl had to force hereyes down to look, fighting the ring in her nose to lower her chin enough for aview. She could see a tall brunette, in painful ballet boots, her arms strappedseverely behind her at elbow and wrist, dancing at the end of a chain connectedto a shiny nose ring, her large breasts bouncing in reaction to her struggles.The light caught a gleam off the rings in her clit and nipples. Jenny began tocry..