Delia explained that the knowledge that there were men throughout the kingdom, with eyes glued to the TV screen, dying to fuck her, was something of a...turn-on for her. ‘In fact,’ she had said in her sexy contralto voice, ‘I hear that some men actually kneel in front of the screen and masturbate, spurting their semen all over my face!’ She laughed. Indeed, Delia added, there were plenty of men in the TV studios who would jump at the chance of feeling her up, if not actually fuck her. Appointed. All bore themselves with pride, more like generals than private soldiers."Jane asked the Harbour Master some questions concerning Western Star. How it was rigged, how many, and what calibre, armaments did it mount. I stood and thought what we should do next.Jane came over to me "It appears that Western Star is a slaver. She's a topsail schooner, that is, a two masted schooner with a square topsail on the foremast, and is very fast. She carries a crew of about forty men, and is armed with ten. After a few seconds I reached to the keyboard and typed “next time I want that deep inside me ;) “and got the message back “just ask me round sometime” I switched off my cam and went to the bathroom, my thighs, arse and hands were covered in sticky juices so I switched on the shower and climbed in. The water was hot and flowing gently over my body as I reached for the shower gel and started rubbing it into my body, as soon as I touched my shaven pussy I quivered as another mini orgasm rushed. “Oh fuck yes. I love cock. Give me that big cock. Fuck me with that big cock.” I begged. With that John slid his cock into my ass. I held my breath as I could feel every inch of his eleven inch cock slowly slide into my ass. I had to grab the railing with my other hand as well for support as that huge cock slid into me. If I had to guess, I would say John got about halfway in and then pulled back. He then pressed forward again as he grabbed my hips. This time he went a little further.