Do not throw me! The Tooth shouted in his head.Okay. John acknowledged. At all?He has wind power, and we are at sea.So, he might knock you into the wa...er. John realized. Got it.He circled with Svend, keeping their foe between the two of them. It was less effective than against a non-two-faced opponent, but still kept Nefiume from unleashing on their navigator. John found he had to time his movements with the ship’s motion or he would find himself off balance when trying to attack.He darted in. It was the same look that Chris had given me countless times before. I was still learning about the lifestyle. Nonetheless, I was an experienced enough Domme to know the way she was hungrily peering into my eyes and I very easily recognized it for what it was.She began speaking which broke me out of my stunned revelation.“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”I smiled. A big ‘Cheshire Cat’ smile.“Good,” I said simply.There were a few seconds of comfortable silence. I noticed that she was having a. ‘No!’ she’d begged. ‘Don’t come inside me.’ He gently sawed in and out of her cunt, making sure he hit her g-spot on every stroke, and said, ‘I’m coming in one of your holes, and your mouth isn’t an option at this point.’ Slowly he pulled out, shifted her and pressed against her back hole, asking, ‘Which hole do you prefer, baby?’ Heather hesitated so long, trying to find the will to tell him to stop completely, that he grew impatient and moved his cockhead back to her pussy. Just as he was. And if you want to go back to the game, say comic book. Textbook and comic book." Okay," she said, with a slightly nervous giggle. Her dark eyes were flashing. Her nipples were hard and erect. She was aquiver with anticipation."Comic book" she said. "What do you want me to do, Master?"Frankly, I was in over my head ... again. These Price women kept doing that to me. But the Master is supposed to know what he's doing, so I assumed an air of authority, and a vaguely middle European accent."Go to.