That has got to be a primeval Denisovan trait.I’m about halfway through my second sports drink when we finish. We need a shower. We climb in the s...all, start the water, and I start soaping up Carl. This is a bonus. Rubbing my soapy hands over his rippling, hairless body is a sensual delight. From his hard shiny scalp, to his cave-man face, his sculpted shoulders, massive chest, bulging arms, the cobbles of his abdomen and the perfect round ass cheeks, the graceful sweeping thighs, down to. .. again you yelp and I see your body tense up as I continue to flick the whip on your nipples, your tits, then down on your belly.I can tel you start to realize what is going to happen next as your ass starts squirming on the seat. "Please", you manage to to blurt out but to no avail: the tip of the whip hits the first clothes peg on your lips, making it and your lips wiggle. You can't suppress a little scream. "Quiet!", I hiss as I hold your head in my hands, squeezing your cheeks. You nod,. He smiled and shook my hand.That left me with two very unhappy women and their lovely young daughters, all four dressed as if for party, crinoline and lace, rich and haughty and very nearly bare-chested. My men got them to over my ship as my prize crew boarded. My boys were anxious and nearly drooling with anticipation as they rowed hard and ignored the show of tears. We had enjoyed a few female captives before, worn them out and, I fear, fed them to the fishes.An hour later, with my handsome. .then it was time for the hair brush she pushed it in and out, in and out, faster and faster. She could feel her orgasm building...faster and faster. Not yet she thought, I need something else...my ass...I need a finger in my ass... She put her left hand under her ass and put her middle finger in her tight ass...now faster with the hair brush...yes,,,,yes,,,,yes,,,,oh GOD...Oh GOD...Oh GOd...She heard a voice say...Excuse me? Can we give you a hand? Startled, she tried to jump up but couldn't.