But she does not protest, she just clasps her hands behind her head and squirms and moans under the onslaught. She makes such a sexy picture! Unfortun...tely, all too soon, her upper body is entirely covered in red, blue and white wax (I'm sure there's a flag in there somewhere). Even when she stops moving around she looks great like that, with the hard points of her nipples standing tall and covered in even harder wax, her chest heaving with her laboured breathing.Oh well, nice as this is, there. Gold is yellow, right? We came about and rafted with King Tom’s flagship, the Flying Arrow. That was his first ship, one of the ones we had sold to Queen Eleanor when we first started this.Actually, this was probably the first time he’d ever been on one of these ships. He wasn’t a sailor. He worked for the London Transit Authority, or whatever it was called, and spent his day driving workers and pensioners and tourists around.I guessed that meant that we needed to protect Flying Arrow. I mean,. ‘Hey!’ I yelled again, the guy turned and saw me, then swung one at ME instead of stopping like I expected. I ducked, but nowhere near fast enough, down I went. I was seeing stars, he gave me a kick in the ribs as I rolled over to my hands and knees with a groan. That hurt like hell but now I was pissed off, I lashed out with a kick of my own and got him in the knee. I wear nice heavy shoes, the kind with Velcro instead of laces since the shoe laces got a bit too far away for me to reach. When she was detailing her future career goals, I was concentrating on the milky white thighs that were exposed from the short skirt. Suddenly she caught me in the eye and I was dumb-founded. Then she delivered a killer smile and continued talking. I gulped some water from the jug and tried to scribble some career advice on a piece of paper. She tried to see what I was writing by bending on my table and gosh….I got full view of the fairest pair of melons in the world. I felt the pressure of 10.