It wasn’t where she said it would be, but I eventually found it. A long, flat looking ship, sitting relatively high in the water, painted white and ...ark burgundy with a captain’s bridge towards the rear. I reassured myself that it was seaworthy and made my way to the bridge.I boarded the ship and called out “hello” as I entered unfamiliar territory. After ten minutes of aimlessly walking around I finally I heard the sound of rattling metal tools and followed the sound to find the captain of the. As she curled it, she felt his member throb in her hand, giving him a sly glance. “Trust me?”He nodded, and she guided his member closer, her tongue glancing the tip like she was tasting a lollipop. Now it was Simon’s turn to shiver, pleasure shooting through him like an electric current as her smooth, damp flesh began to circle his head. She was painting his tender flesh with all the care and attention of an artist’s brush, coating every inch of it with her warm, slippery saliva. She slipped. The man hauled me up with his strong arms, lifted my skirt, took off my thong and put it in his pocket. He would keep it!! He let me rest in the toilet, got his shaft close to my asshole and began to transfer my wet to his dick head with his fingers. The continued to push his head cock slowly at the beginning, allowing time for the tiny asshole to open up, while teasing and stroking my pussy crack using his fingers in and out. He poked his shaft into me completely, nailing me to begin a. The thoughts with me wearing stockings brought the hopefulness of maybe I would be able to at least lick it once or twice. Anticipating the night I did as I was told showered, shaved and proceeded to put on my Red garters with Black stocking and my very tight black bodysuit. I proceeded to finish putting on my Man clothes over my sexy under things. The feeling of my garters under my pants was keeping me in line of what my job was. I had also brought to work my little black bag that holds 2.