I run my fingers down his chest. Flicking his nipple with my tongue, I undo his pants. I slide my hand down his boxers and find his cock. I move my ha...d up and down his hard length. "Nicole," He moans and kisses my mouth, hard. I push his boxers down to his ankles, get off his lap, push his chair back a little and take his hard cock into my mouth. I take him deep into my mouth and moan. His hands find the back of my head and he proceeds to face fuck me. After a few minutes of this, I stand. Where it not for the help of my beauties around me I would have sunk down into the depths of the water like a submarine trying to elude some aggressors on the surface. I slowly calmed back down to the point were I was able to stand on my own and catch my breath. My breathing and heart rate were returning, somewhat, to a normal state as my brain started to foment a plan of revenge against those assailants who had so savagely attacked my poor body and mercilessly stimulated every nerve ending in. Hell! I was a virtual prisoner in my own home but at least I was out of the hospital. Now I really had time to think. One night I started searching through my library until I found a familiar old cruise book that I’d thought about while in the hospital. As I leafed through the pages my mind slowly drifted back to my final cruise to WesPac (The Western Pacific) during the Viet Nam War. The last several pages were about a little duck known to one and all as What Duck? This in part is his story as. 'Oh yes ... things are going to change around here Monroe; your housekeeper is now Mistress Ruby, and she is going to show you her new position ... over you. I believe she wishes to express and confirm her new position, before you sign a decent contract of employment for her; I know you'll agree to the terms - she will ensure that you do.' The two younger girls withdrew their canes and rubbed their cunts as they marvelled at the magnificent spectacle of the dusky feminine form regaled in the.