" He demanded, thrusting her a little harder then slapping her bare ass once again. "P?please?" Tell me!" He insisted and slapped her several more tim...s.Carla stubbornly refused, clenching her teeth until she feared breaking them."Tell me you fuckin’ like it!" he said through his own clenched teeth, fucking her harder with quick jabbing motions. Thrusting so deep she swore she could feel him inside her other organs. "Say it!" he demanded again, his other hand gripping her chin to pull her head. ‘That was my wish. People naturally want to please me. I’m the most important person in their lives.’ The pounding grew louder. ‘I got a wish, too,’ Janice said. ‘I don’t think I thought it through enough.’ ‘You did? Well, what a coincidence! I wonder if it was the same–‘ The pounding turned into a crash. Janice sat up, her heart in her throat. People were pouring into the room. Everyone who she’d seen all day, all the men and women who couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop looking. He also had an illuminating conversation with the only other lieutenant in presence, the flag lieutenant of Sir Richard, who filled him in on all the gossip and rumours.Shortly before midnight, he stepped out into the garden to cool off when he met a woman with whom he had been dancing earlier. They took a stroll through the well groomed garden making light conversation. Mrs. Pendrake was the wife of a prominent Kingston merchant and ship chandler. He was absent, though, and Mrs. Pendrake was. "I ran the length of my shaft on the tip of her tongue. She caressed her soft hands along my thighs migrating upward to my balls before gently touching my shaft. It’s reacted to her touch and jolted upwards. “Someone’s happy to see me,” Sara said playfully. “Stick out your tongue. I want you to slap my cock on your tongue. Yes, just like that. Now slap it on your face. Did you ever let your husband slap his cock on your face.”Sara shook her head.“Good, do it harder. Yes, see how you’re making.