He dragged a finger slowly down my back and his face came close to the back of my neck ear. I could feel his warm breath as he traced a finger down my...neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel myself wet already. He moved his right hand to my pussy and clamped his hand over it firmly; I gasped and squirmed and this was immediately met with a sharp smack across my shaking arse. He pulled back my hair and continued to inspect me, his finger touching and tracing around my lips and. Mary had made sure they were all 'dangerous', and they all had skills they hadn't put in their resumes, small arms experience for all but the cook, who was a medieval re-enactor hobbyist who specialized in swords and knives. One of his chopping blocks was hung on the bulkhead instead of on the galley counter-top, and he enjoyed throwing his kitchen knives and cleavers into it. The Captain liked to shoot skeet, but grinned and shrugged when I asked him if he had ever actually hit a skeet or not.. . This guy is good.. He starts telling me how we are going to be Fucking all night. I am almost in a dream state.. All I can do is agree with everything he says he wants to do.. Soon he is sucking on my nipples as I feel him pulling down my pants. My shoes are off and I am naked as he starts to lift long enough to strip himself. We are both naked with him still on top of me. Pressing his weight against me I feel his hands on my ass. Pulling me up as he pulls my ass wide apart. I can feel his. The embrace went on and on, until finally they leaned apart, staring with hungry fascination at each other. Sylvia whispered "I can smell your juices, Chandra. That lovely musk. I want to taste it soon. Come." Chandra was led into the large sitting room as though in a trance, and smelled incense, with only candlelight, and the french doors open to catch the cool night breeze. An Indian song with a heavy, slow beat was softly playing from one corner. Sylvia stretched, displaying her nudity.