But this time it was definitely you. I remember hearing your voice. But most of all I know it was you because I could feel you and touch you. I couldn...t see your face but I knew it was you by the way your body felt, tracing your curves with my hand as we laid beside each other. My hand told me it was you when it moved down your back to caress your butt.What I could see was your hair, long and beautiful. It reminded me of what it feel like around my face when you kissed me or the way it warmed. All they would do was give the pirates, wherever they landed, some captives, food, and information. Not to mention horses, wagons, weapons, etc.The Commander of the official Widemouth Guard was a grizzled old scarred-up soldier with a slightly younger assistant they called the Captain of the Guard. I’m not convinced that the Commander ever had a name. When he was born he probably already had his beard and a half-dozen scars, and his parents just called him ‘Commander’.When he heard my comment. „Sieht ja auch ganz interessant aus“ sagte sie, „insbesondere das was sich da wohl aus deiner Hose bohren will.“ Meine Geilheit stieg von Sekunde zu Sekunde. Ich stand auf und stellte mich so hinter sie dass wir uns beide im Kabinenspiegel sehen konnten. Ich drückte mein hartes Gerät direkt zwischen ihre Schenkel und zog sie an der Hüfte an mich heran. Ich merkte wie ihr geiler Körper leicht das Zucken begann. Meine Hände fuhren von ihren Hüften zum Bauch und von dort zu ihren tollen Brüsten.. “Wake up!” she tried to scream at herself through her gag. “Wake up!”The room brightened slightly, but somehow still remained dark. She could see lights shining down on her, but there was still nothing but shadows and silhouettes. It was as if she were looking out through a black fog which clouded her vision.“Maybe I should removed the blindfold,” the voice said.A few moments later, a hand began unwinding layers of black gauze from her eyes. “I really shouldn’t call this a blindfold,” he said.