It may only be fifty or sixty miles, but there was no reason for them to wallow the whole way.After that, they may be able to sail on a reach northwar..., using the easterly winds, but at least that first leg of the voyage would have to be rowed. And scraping their hulls would make them faster when they sailed, too.The ones that we owned accepted their orders and went out to do it. The independent traders, though, objected. They were fine. It was a lot of work. Who cared if their ship was faster. One level up and several lengths of store fronts and they stood in frontof a store with only a hint in the widow as to what they carried. It mustevidently be a shoe store as that was her first goal of the morning. Asthey ventured farther inside its purpose was slowly reveled and theselection and breadth of what they offered became more evident."Oh my, Mrs. Getty such a rare pleasure to see you."Mrs. Getty was well received almost anywhere she had been as far as Tuckcould tell and this emporium. You had to be 14 and Brooke had turned 14 yesterday. Everyone was assembled on this lovely Saturday to celebrate with Brooke and the entire weekend would be about her. She would be spoiled rotten. Brooke didn’t mind that in the least. Being a pretty blonde who had been sexy since the age of 12, she was used to all of the attention.The hard cock continued moving inside of her tight passage. She wouldn’t have believed that anything could feel so good if she hadn’t already started the day. . Ohhhh, her finger felt so good. Her other hand reached up, and started playing with her nipples. Left, then right, left, then right. Hefting her breasts, while her other hand split her aching pussy. The butt plug continued its relentless fuck... relax... fuck... relax... In her mind, she heard the little rubber squeaky toy again. She had to finish her shower, towel off, and present herself to Mistress Dominica. Even in the shower, she could smell the rubber, see Dominica's eyes, hear.