They heard rumors about what she was accomplishing all over the Caribbean. The orphanages. Bringing in new businesses and jobs to the region. Building...homes and rebuilding islands ravaged by natural disasters. They knew. Most of the Caribbean was learning Linda’s name. It was supposed to be a big secret, but people talk. Word gets around. The crew would do anything for her. Anything.Several of the single crew members wouldn’t mind spending a night in the owner’s stateroom. But ... they knew. Yet even in the mist of this terrible, soul destroying torment, shewas still overwhelmed with dark sexual need, her cock so rock hard, herdesire molten gold flooding her teasing sissy veins.Alone, unable to move, physically tormented by the strain on her stomachand anus, and by the physical stress of the bondage Mrs Noble had placedher in, Frilly found herself recalling the incredible strangeness of thelast 24 hours once more. Unbelievable, but real; astonishingly true andterrible. Yet also so. I oooh I OOOOh. I ahhH! Yumarhgh!” Total incoherent delight at an unexpected second orgasm. By this time my tongue was inside her. The taste wasn’t that good to be honest; I was pretty sure she had a shit on the way; but on the other had the chance of doing this didn’t come too often. And the rewards could get even greater!Tony lay in a dreamy state on her back with a smile on her face. Joanne and I were scrunched up on either side of her; I was nearly falling off the bed. “Joanne, could we. It had become impossible to find work; at least I had food and a roof over my head; things will get better I told myself. Several months passed and it was almost Xmas; I had been in this hell hole for about five months now. My wardrobe had not improved at all; it consisted of Ugg boots, denim skirt, denim shorts, a torn apart blouse, a few tee-shirts and a denim vest. I now had no underwear left to wear whatsoever; it had been either stolen, worn out or ripped apart by Tex. I was sleeping.