We went into the house. She said that Ricky was a chronic masturbator and that we might see him trying to peek in our windows. She said she wished s...e could find him some relief that would stop the behavior. I told her that it was pretty natural but that I would not have a problem as long as he stayed away from c***dren. His mom thanked me. About a week later I walked out back and there was Ricky just walking into the back yard. He was pulling out his cock. When he saw me he waived his. ." I'm getting your daddy's slipper," Bonnie's voice was heard to warn."Nooooooo...please don't...okay, okay I'll do it."Another prolonged silence elapsed, during which I nursed a throbbing member, before Bonnie came back on, her voice at a higher pitch. "Oh my gosh Steven, my little slut of a daughter is licking out her mother's wet pussy, and it's all your doing, you nasty man. I have my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper. Oh my, she's biting my clit..."Unable to control myself. I wished the slaver luck and waved to the black figures as we slipped close abaft their stern and swept majestically South East towards Brazil. Our girl crew squealed with delight as they realised that the other slaves had been freed and I basked in the warm smiles of gratitude that fell on me from various faces around the deck. It remained now to establish what skills and abilities we had amongst our beautiful crew and how to use them.By far the best catch was the Moorish girl. She spoke. " Long time ago now," I said; I noticed Joan gave me an odd look.We had a late dinner with plenty of wine, I noticed that Bill drank much more than Joan and I did. So it was of no surprise, that quite early on, he was asleep and snoring on the sofa."Lets use the family room," offered Joan with a smile, "then he can snore in peace." We took our glasses down to the basement that they had turned into a comfortable room; Joan picked up a new bottle on the way."So tell me what you've done, you know.