Making me moan louder, I arch my back, wanting him to put his hot mouth on my pussy. He inserted a finger deep into my pussy, making me spread my legs...wider, signaling that I wanted him to taste me. He made his way down, leaving a trail of licks and kisses, and as he got to my pussy, he looked up at me, smiling that devilish smile he has. Before I knew it, he was eating me out while thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come so bad, and as I was about to, he stopped. "Are they all; you know, tippers of the velvet?"Elizabeth smiled enigmatically and nodded at the girls as they gabbled away. Then she said something in a completely foreign tongue and I gasped at the girl's responses. Suddenly they were all smiling and laughing and dancing around kissing me, Timothy and David."What did you say?" I asked Elizabeth."I told them that they were free. Free to live on the ship and learn the ways of the ocean." How did you speak their language?"I had a Senegalese. ”“It wasn’t so bad,” she mused aloud. “I thought maybe the tales I’d heard and read were exaggerations or receiving prominence because they were unusual. AND most stories concentrated in exquisite detail on the Hero’s prowess in bed. The reward, don’t you know.” Pausing again, she said, “I think now that those women on the interview panel knew what they were doing. The tales we get are so romanticized, it is impossible to know the hell we’d go through - not a chance.”She switched Tina to her. I really had no desire to fuck white men. I wanted to call my thug lover the next day but held back. A few days later he called me. I was so happy to hear his voice. He asked me if we could meet this afternoon. He asked me if it was okay if he brought a friend. I paused and said okay but I was not promising anything for his friend. He said that was cool.Driving over that afternoon, I thought about my mom and how I knew she would be so hurt if she found out I was a slut. And if she knew I was.