They were barefoot. The black triangular hats and eye patches were an amusing although clichéd dash. Between them knelt a tousled looking Julie, head...hung down with her long hair massed on the deck. One pirate wench held a rope tied around Julie’s neck. Julie, like her handlers, was barefoot. Her lacy top was torn open and her breasts hung out. Her hands were tied with the ruptured remains of her bra. She was blindfolded with one bandanna and gagged with another. ‘Beggin’ yur pardon, sir, but. . you can't just recover from a sucker punch like that. Not that fast, maybe not ever. Its vile and violent and he's enjoying himself like hell. This is where things start to get fucked up. He pushes his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them after he's had them in her ass up to the knuckles. But that's not the sick bit. I mean, that's horrid... but the worst of it comes when I'm starting to feel him, too. See, my shtick is that I can read emotionally charged experiences from places and. You rub your leg against mine and I can feel the heat of you, smell your excitement. Your hand slides down to my trousers and gently lowers my zip. I gasp with pleasure as your hand moves inside and encircles my cock. You moan louder as you feel me growing hard in your hand, gently stoking me and running your fingers across the tip.I move away from you and slide the straps of your dress from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then still kissing and nibbling I move down to each of. Eventually, she would open her nightgown exposing her mounds of pleasure and let me put her head in her lap. Then, like a nursing mother, she would hold two fingers around her nipple and “feed” it to me like a baby. God, how I liked sucking her nipples like a c***d would and she loved it as well quite often reaching down and slowly stroking my hard and leaking cock.As I sucked her nipple, I would eventually find a way to slide my hand up under my head and start to rub her pussy. The harder I.