" Even though he was trying to reassure me I knew he had seemmost of the things I had done with and for the crew members. When I finished my wine I...clutched my clothes to my chest and went to mycabin. I washed myself and put on my nightie and went to sleep. I hadslept only a short time when the Second Mate entered my cabin and wanteda blow job before he went to bed. I had pleased the Captain but wasrudely reminded that I was still the Sea Whore.From that night on I was to serve the. "Now, do we have all of your notes and evidence?" "It's all there," Whitehurst grumbled, clearly upset about being pulled off the case. "Good," said the woman. "You may go now. And expect Mr. Malloy to be delivered within the hour." "The M.E. is going to hear about this," Simmons said. In reply, the two women who had escorted them out simply turned and walked back into the interrogation room, closing the door behind them. "Bennet, Taylor," I heard Lieutenant Moore shout from behind me. "My. Her eyes darted to his hand as he reached into his pocket pullingout her car keys. He flung them into a box of bits on the floor. He'd moved hercar the silly bitch had run out of petrol. Well now it was safely hidden undera tarpaulin in the garage just above their heads.He stroked his groin but resisted the temptation to expose his hungry hard cockto her. After all he had lots time.Jenny shook her head in despair as he stood and refastened her eye flap back inplace. She was buried back into. In his dream, Alan’s mother is bathing his cock with her tongue, worshipping it like a woman dependent upon it for life. He feels her heat on him even more. That rough tongue is all over his balls. She feels the roundness and fullness of them under her ministrations. But this isn’t a dream.Alan reaches down as his conscious mind begins to take over more from the subconscious’ grip of it. His hand brushes along a head and right away he knows he is getting a morning blowjob. What could be better.