" I don't." You're better." How so." Adversity has made you strong." I suppose." My life has been easy." As it should for such a fine young woman." Am...I so fine?" The finest." The harem women?" They deserved to live a life such as yours. Most were destined to be mated to future chiefs or high men. Not that any woman should have experienced what they did, but it was that much crueler against these high born or groomed to be highly mated women. Their enslavement ravished their sensibilities more. He was sitting in a chair that they had tied and nailed to the deck. Ropes were pulled tight across his lap, tying him to the chair so the waves wouldn’t toss him out of it. The tabletop was sitting across his thighs. It was wet, but the glass top had been smartly made to keep water from getting to the maps beneath. The lantern from the mast in front of him was more than enough to see by. He couldn’t move much, but he didn’t need to for his job. Tucked into his belt was a small silver hand. I unzip his pants and push them down to his knees. I straddle him, rubbing myself against his crotch, only separated by the cotton of his boxer shorts. I rub my pussy over him, I can feel the entire length of his cock, from the base to the top. I was planning to treat him, to cater to his pleasure, but I get caught up in the feeling, I use him like my own personal sex toy, I rub my clit up and down on him, I pull his head to mine and kiss him hard. We stay like that, locked together, kissing. “I gave him the address of a friend of mine in Tressene,” the Comte added giving us the address as Morgana formed a portal in thin air, making Astarte gasp in admiration.We quickly stepped through and went into conference mode.“What a bunch of idiots. Clarence is nowhere near that persuasive!” Morgana stormed.“Or smart enough to lie or be evasive, my Mage. That I believe is what swung it.”“You’re probably right, John,” Arch sighed as Morgana nodded.“They believed him and his warning that the.