"Besides, a ship's Master and his Number One should be able to speak privately to each other, right?" My sister-wives are already teasing me about the...Number One thing. Don't you start kidding me, too, Husband." Who's kidding? Protocol aboard Ship would certainly dictate your having a title. I think that Number One will do just fine. I never did particularly like the XO thing." Then after a second, "It's not as if there is a lot of precedent about command structure and titles on a starship –. ” The second lie, and it most defiantly is a lie, is not something she could rationalize away. It had come out with as much ease as the first. Her mind cannot think about her husband, or the lies she has just told. It’s was consumed by lust and she knows there’s only one release. Her pussy tingles at the thought of Travis. The thought of his pure strength. She wonders which ways he might use it against her. Just thinking of him makes her body respond. She quickly gulps down the last of her. I carefully looked over my clothes as I folded them to put them back in my case. I did it! I successfully ate pizza AND lasagna without getting anything RED on my clothes! Not that it would have shown much on my Burgundy top, but my Grey skirt might have been ruined! I finished putting away all my clothes and carefully put the nightgown on, trying hard not to mess up my hair. I put on my robe and slippers and came out the door just as Donna was exiting her room."Hi! I just need to put my case. I intentionally entered into the bathroom and soon I searched for that and got that. That was Nazma’s shalwar, I know maximum housemaids’ shalwar must be torn at the crotch except new ones. Really there was a small torn hole at the crotch of the shalwar. I inserted my finger through the torn hole and tore more about 2 inches and again kept it on the rail and came out from the bathroom. After coming out I again acted that I am going to hold Nazma and she jumped backward to save from me. I.