P: ab use pyar se sehlao na…..Jay: sshhuu haaa jaanu sahla raha hu.Jay: ekdam rod ki tarah tight ho gaya hai….SssaahP: ab jor se sehlao use…..Ja...: ssshhaaa sehla raha hu..Jay: tum apne boo boo jor jor se dabao na jaanP: haaa dabata huJay: nipple bhi jor jor se khincho socho mein pinch kar raha hu…P: ssaahhhP: khich ragi hu aur daba bhi rahi hu darling….P: aur garam bhi ho rahi hu…P: tum apna papuda aur jor jor se sehlao na……Jay: haaa sehla raha hu aur shake kar raha hu.P: ab tumhare balls. Unfortunately, the deck was chaos as the rest many of the women on the ship’s crew were busily rushing around the deck screaming at each other to be heard over the din. However, as Elizabeth was listening, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. It was First Mate Carver, one of Ms. Masters’ immediate superiors, a young woman only two years Elizabeth’s elder at 20 years of age.“Get your wits about you, girl. We lost our lookout and we have no way of seeing where our attackers are. I put the tip of my nose into the top of her slit. My tongue, finds it’s way to her lower area, tasting her, embedding her, to my memory. All the while, we could hear other women entering, and leaving adjoining stalls. The click of heels against the tile floor, the steady stream of others relieving themselves, due I’m sure, to the alcohol they had consumed. As I lick at her clit, the sweet smell of her scent permeates my nostrils. The earlier, strong scent of “Lysol”, and a hanging toilet. The studio seemed to be abandoned and she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a hole in her pink ballet tights, one of her breasts had escaped her black leotard and the bun on her head was sagging, curls escaping from their bobby pins and dangling in front of her face. She remembered going to her ballet lesson today. As a little girl she always wanted to be a ballerina, unfortunately her parents didn’t have money for dance class, so she became an administrative assistant, yet at.