He obeyed instantly pushing it into her to the point he could no longer breathe. She then stepped forward causing his nose to drop out making a short...popping sound causing Goddess to laugh. "I love that sound slave. Let's do it again." She made him repeat the act several times, telling the professor that it's a "wipe my ass" job, a procedure done with one's nose that is enjoyable. "Now clean it with your tongue as well slave boy." He went at it without hesitation. Goddess Samantha never. I wipe my mouth and smile stupidly at you refraining desperately from saying all the cheesy and sincere sentences flooding my brain. After a few minutes have passed you look at me and demand, “Why have you brought me here?” “To hide myself in you,” I reply, “But also to take away all your sorrow and show you that you don’t have to suffer the isolation of being the only magical creature in the universe. If I can’t take away your pain, at least I want to succeed in sinking myself to the very. Cheryl sat back in her chair and tried to calm herself. She had a second and then a third drink thinking, "This is so odd, in a few moments this man is going to screw me and I'm going to let him!" She glanced briefly at Trent's crotch and wondered what his thing might look like. Well, she would find out soon enough, she told herself with her head swimming a bit from the alcohol she had consumed."Well, I'm going to go upstairs to the spare bedroom," she said after finishing her last drink.. She had been a captive, subject to unspeakable abuse, when she had last sailed in a ship. Macro held her comfortingly, sensing her discomfort, and she looked up at her husband gratefully. The Master Nauticus approached them."The wind is fair for Hanilei, my Prince. I expect a quick crossing. Are you satisfied with your quarters?" Yes, Nauticus. Did you find room for my Guard detachment?" Indeed, my Prince. We cleared a room amidships for them. It's just hammocks, but it'll do for a few.