Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar beginning to seep through the white cotton. I dip a fingertip between my lips, and...it comes out wet, as if I've dipped it in water. But I am much sweeter, much thicker, much sexier than water. This is wet desire, that the thoughts of you bring forth inside my knickers. And I squelch.I'm tightening my thighs together, feeling the froth of my own juices oozing out between my lips and soaking the cotton even more. If you could see. . I looked down… it was Prakash fondling my balls – and looking up at us as he ate my wife. He raised his eybrows and Neha giggled… I didn’t know what to think – but Neha just wispered “darling it looks beautiful…. “.Now Prakash’s hand was on my shaft and he was wanking me into Deepti who had stopped moving. This was a quite unique sensation. Neha was getting up.. she was a bit unsteady on her feet at first and I realized she had had multiple orgasms and this always left her a bit dizzy. She. By then the captain had given me certain menial tasks such as polishing the brightwork, scrubbing out the heads and whiting some of the rigging. The ship had a regular routine and mealtimes, all regulated by bells which I never figured out.I did learn to get in line for meals and to stay out of the way when the decks were being scrubbed, as they were daily. I watched the guns drills and came to admire the ability of the wiry sailors to manage the huge guns. On Sunday I listened to the captain. " I don't think he's scared of anyone here." That's a common trait of these mind controllers. They think they're indestructible. Anyway, did he say anything before he sent you home?" Yeah... he complimented me on being a good lay and told me I was a keeper." And how does that make you feel?" Elated... wet... and a little scared." Scared because that might make you his slave?" No, scared because I might some day disappoint him."III.Gary saw Michael in the lunch room sitting with Samantha Peters.