6 weeks out from my best guess The Captain retired to his cabin I brought him his food and rum he saw the tub in which I would bathe him and took of ...is clothing and sat in the tub, "well boy start a washing me and hurry up" and git naked ar you'll get your pretty dress all wet, I scrubbed his roughly washing the sea salt of him, he was muscular he said scrubbed hard or you'll meet the whip me boy when he was pleased with the job i'd done he crawled on to his bed and yelled massage me back. It was one of those pleasant moments that you just don’t want to interrupt with any serious thoughts. For me this moment is pretty much like playing a lottery. You know that in few seconds you will have the answer. It’s either Monday and you have to rush in the office or it’s Saturday and all you have to do is screw your girlfriend. Now, thoughts began to pop up in my mind, I started to remember and connect things. I started to whisper to myself while opening my eyes, “hmmm, I am on vacation,. "Jesus" maybe, but I was so engrossed I couldn't tell.I took great care in relishing his feel in my palm, and ran my fingernails up and down the veined shaft experimentally. He was so warm and hard in my palm, I couldn't resist. Cashier guy moaned and tried to squirm away, but I held him in place, one hand pressed flat on his hip. When I did it again, I noticed the muscles in his stomach contracting anxiously, and the sudden hazy look in his eyes. It turned me on more than I thought it would,. ” saying this abdul made the action of milking my boobs.abdul was being direct to the point which i liked.it was making me more hot to have such a vulgar talk so replying to him in his language, i pointing to my boobs said “aare abdul lekin in dono mai doodh kab aata hai maloom hai kya tumko?” (milk comes in boobs only after delivery).abdul was not expecting such a reply from me but he understood what i meant.he directly put both his palms on my boobs & caressing them softly said “memsaab mujhe.