"Very good, missy," he said with a chuckle, "well done indeed. I shall send you more trade."He stepped down from the rig, cleaned his flabby cock with...the torn dress, glanced up at the driver who was studiously looking away and buttoned up his britches.Off he strode toward the house glowing with light, whistling a waltz.The driver, who had listened intently to the rape, hopped down, opened his codpiece, freed his rigid cock and stepped into the carriage where girl was rolled into a small ball. Their fishing technology was net based, and they didn't have much luck netting from a sailing, moving vessel. Vedeya spent her time talking with any of the sailors who would deign to converse, learning more of their language and customs. They were an industrious people, far traveling and curious, great explorers. Their civilization was advanced enough to rival Sinae's but not so refined. They were about the same as Crete in it's heyday, or Venice, compared to their local neighbors. Busy, vital. Now she is the best and most enthusiastic at that chore. I'm guessing 'cause she knows the landscape so well :D! The same thing is true of Ron. He knows what feels good to a penis. He enjoys making me nearly scream with pleasure with his mouth. The most interesting thing is that sometimes he'll be giving me a blow job and cum when I do without being touched. Well that's not entirely true ... I do make sure to caress him and to let him know that his efforts are appreciated. The others in the. ”With a long finger and whispered words, Madam Ater traced a line down my spine. The screeching sound of my spine shifting and growing drowned out my thoughts. When it stopped I felt the curve in my spine had straightened and saw the same in the mirrors.“Yes, yes,” Ater said obviously pleased with her work. She stood in front of me tapping a fingernail on sharp teeth. “Perhaps a little muscle.” She then flicked a nail over my biceps and down my abs. The sudden burn of a thousand workout.