?All right. But only when I say. It may be that Captain Grassley will prevail.? Charlotte nodded. The fighting on the deck continued and the... could hear the shouts and cries of the wounded and dying. An occasional gun shot rang out until finally only shouted orders were heard. There came a pounding on the door and then it burst open. A half dressed man, wearing a red bandana over his head, with a thick walrus mustache and a hooked knife burst into the cabin with a snarl. . Hardly a day goes by that I don’t flash my bald cunt at somebody.” There, I had said it. I waited for my husband to start yelling at me but it didn’t happen. When I looked over at him he was standing hunched over and he looked as if he were in pain. I asked if he was alright and he turned toward me to reveal that his cock had instantly hardened and was restrained painfully in his pants. He was desperately unbuttoning his pants to relieve the pressure and when he got them open his cock sprang. Bridgette, he realized. "Jacques? Have I reached monsieur Jacques?" Bridgette asked in a ridiculously over-the-top French accent. Jack laughed and asked, "What's with the accent, Mignonette?" "Does it sound good? I've been practicing. The guests love it!" "It sounds pretty fucking ridiculous, to be honest. You've never even been to France." "I was a concierge at the Paris Las Vegas though, imbécile!" Bridgette laughed. Jack held in his laugh and asked, "Where you at now?" "I'm. I sat down and started watching the movie that was on it was a jail scene with about 8 guys doing anumber of different things to each other it was fantastic they all had big cocks and seemed to be really getting into it. It was turning me on a lot but there was no one else there and i was becoming very worried that i wouldnt see anywhere there, as the time went by i began rumbing my jeans feeling my cock grow when i heard the door open i was truely hoping that it might be the guy from the.