There were four privileged women, who had private suites. Davina was one of them but who the others might be she did not know. Then came the ordinary ...omen like herself who slept in a big dormitory and did nothing. Bottom were the serving women who wore smocks and were servants. None of them ever spoke and she wondered if they were dumb. The eunuchs controlled all that went on and were ever watchful. In the first few weeks, Laura was whipped only once more, for trying to masturbate. After that. "Come on Peter, fuck your mother, I want you to do it now," she said looking direct at me."My name isn't Peter and I'm not your son!" I said to her but my eyes were firmly focused between her legs."Of course you're Peter and you have always fucked me, every day sometimes."I realised now the woman was not at all with it and it wasn't sleepwalking, for she was coherent and mobile. Then it struck me, she was suffering from dementia and was reliving her past. Her son Peter must have been having it. When I reach almost close to her pussy, both her hand at once clamped my hand and pulled my hand out.Me: What happened?Nitya: I don’t knowI continue playing her titsNitya: aaaah, omg, I am so wetMe: Then, why don’t you let me touch thereNitya: I don’t know. Please don’t askMe: Did you ever think about doing with me after that day?Nitya: Yes da, ssss Ahh Please take it in mouthMe: Take what in the mouth.She turned towards me started rubbing the tit I had pulled out of her gown on my lips and. The Diplomat was a fair trader and Haventer was the only one ever to return to Gorgipest - after an arduous journey.)"Sundowner" berthed, port side to, and the paid off crew with their possessions in pusser bags departed as soon as Customs was cleared. Provisions were loaded and the remaining Sundowners swung into trading mode to ready House of Tulip and New Harriers. It was a saddened crew and while the work was performed well there was no joyous atmosphere — the pall hung heavily.It took.