“Pussycat,” I grinned at my slave. “We’re putting to sea.”“Wonderful. It’s been soooo boring waiting for you. There’s only so many tim...s I can lash my crew before it becomes tedious.”The gangplank creaked beneath me as I strode up it onto the deck.“So, where are we pirating?” she asked, staring down at the sea.“No pirating,” Faoril said. “Exploring. We’re sailing across the Vilianth Ocean.” Behind us, the porters we hired to the carry supplies we bought for the voyage gasped in shock.“Really?”. As we exit our vehicle, her white Chevy 2500 truck pulls into space next to us. As she gets out of her truck, our eyes meet for the first time. I nod as if to say, 'hello' and she smiles to return the pleasantries. She opens the rear door of her truck and leans in giving me a clear view of her skirt covered ass and long tan legs. And what a lovely ass it is! I instantly rack my brain to figure out where I've seen such a lovely ass. We hold the door of the parking lot elevator for her to enter.. "Do you want to see what you look like?" she asked, pointing to a full body mirror hanging on the door that I hadn't noticed before. Though I could quite easily remember what I lookedlike, I walked over to the mirror anyway. I let myTara mentality drop out of place, and I gazed at myreflection. My hair and makeup was a bit mussed, but I still looked stunning. I surmised that I was one of those people who look better when they first get out of bed in the morning than most people look at their. " Hey Amiee, come in, let me take those bag from you"I walk into the house and it looks exactly like my house but decorated different. I would have to say that Susan has to worst taste in the world. I walk around the house and check things out, finding interesting place to screw Tom. Since it is pretty much exactly like my house there isn't really any new places to fuck."Hey Amiee do you want anything, drink, alcohol, weed" Well first off, do you want me to be Amiee or would you like me to be.