” Again, without a moment of hesitation she got up and closed the door. With it closed she again returned to the chair and sat down with her legs...wide apart. “I’m just wondering how you are doing?” I said with one eyebrow raised. I was really curious to hear her response.Rebecca leaned back in her chair and got comfortable before she replied. “I don’t think I have ever had a day that my pussy has been so fucking wet. The whole crotch of my pants is soaked!”HOLY SHIT!! That definitely. I sit back down and lean back. My fingers move to my wet slit, sliding along it, I spread my wetness to my clit, spreading my thighs more. I moan. My fingers feel so good there. I rub faster, arching my back. I lean my head back, my eyes closed, biting my lip."Mmm." I hear your low groan and open my eyes and look at you to see that you're unzipping your pants. I lick my lips. "Your turn. Touch yourself." I utter.Your take your cock in your hand and start stroking it for me. I moan more and. More specifically to dry up the myriad dishes that now were needed at meal times. Previously the couple of old servants had coped admirably with his meagre demands when ashore, now there were rather a lot of people to accomodate, clothes to wash, food to prepare, dishes to wash. Thus Keith Jones, pirate, showed a concern for the domestic arrangements of his staff and ‘suggested’ the captives helped. There was, and was to be, no distinguishing between well-born and low-born, all were treated the. She realized she was thirsty. She lifted her head to see more of the room. There was no one here besides her. Slowly she rolled onto her back, checking her body and limbs. Ok, no injuries. She patted her uniform for the communicator but found it had been removed. As were her weapons and boots, even the stealth knife she hid on her leg. Damn - not good. She briefly pondered her missing boots. As if her captors feared she might outrun them. Weird.She got up and looked around the room. No windows,.