It was a gold locket on a chain. It had diamonds, rubies, and a couple of sapphires, and there were matching earrings, tiny exquisite sparkles of ston.... The set took my breath away, they must have cost a small fortune. You see, I work with jewellery, Sarah’s shop is part jewellers, so I know good stuff when I see it. I sat up, ‘Oh, it’s gorgeous,’ I said, ‘you shouldn’t. It must have cost a fortune.’ ‘It pales into insignificance next to you,’ he said perfectly serious. He could say things like. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Lately her pussy had been so easily aroused that she had. When I did, I finally pushed a mug of coffee in her direction, followed by a conciliatory tray of croissants and stuff. She looked really nonplussed by the latter, almost jumped in surprise when she saw them. Which I thought odd, given that they were fairly innocuous sorts of edibles, and then she started to laugh.Which I found very odd indeed.[Debbie]To be honest, I'd hoped to get into the office first, grab some time to compose myself before the others – well, before Dave – arrived. Needless. ”“As well it should, Mr. Dougherty.”“Yes, Sir. Certainly. Only...”“Yes? Speak up if you know more.”“Sir, he’s had a hard time the last days. His wife died during a stillbirth, and it’s taken the life out of him, it seems. Yesterday, he had to bury her. It would seem the crew took advantage of his state, and the watch went below to drink. He’s mortified, Sir.”“What do you suggest, Mr. Dougherty?”“I was thinking, Sir, always assuming you can agree, we could let him go watches. I spoke with some.