Maybe it was. If the US Navy had come hat in hand and begged Pretty Please, Immigration probably would have let them have us ... maybe.But the Navy as...hats tried to intimidate and that helped our cause.The other thing that helped was our Letters of Credit and the several millions of dollars in certified funds ... and the couple of million stashed on the boat. We are, after all, trust fund children, and we needed funds for our extended jaunt around the world.So ... they let us stay. That’s not. Scream I did, his cock bursting into my womb with every stroke forced cries of passion from my lips, in all my life I had never felt anything so huge inside me, had never felt so filled. Then he bore down on me so hard that I felt as though I would split in two, his mighty cock jerked inside me and I felt a surge of heat in my womb as he filled me with his seed. Shrieking and thrashing I climaxed, my mind clouded over as I was overwhelmed by the pleasure my nephew was giving me, pleasure such. Do you understand slaves??We both nodded and muttered yes in response.As my wife was receiving the last of her punishment and moaning at every lash, Mistress Alexis grabbed me by my cock and squeezing it hard, looked me in the eye and said, ? I like a boy with attitude. Don’t change that william as it gives me greater pleasure to punish a slave that disrespects me or my guests.??Fuck you!? I whispered to her and we both smiled at each other.?Now I have a proposition for you people,? Alexis. “I guess you could say it is technically sex. I let him hop on my back and do his business. It isn’t as big of a deal as you are making it,” Waverly said. She had a stubborn look on her face that insisted what she was doing wasn’t sex, no matter how much I inferred it was.They explained that there wasn’t any emotional exchange at all. “If he does something I want him to do, then I let him get a quick nut in my butt. You don’t do that with your sister? Do they even let you jerk off on them?”.