All of the girls go through pet training, starting with just an hour when they are fourteen, up to most of the day by the time they reach eighteen, un...ess of course they are working for the Foot Ranch.? Esme, still wrapped up in the hedonistic pleasure of the table smiled lazily. ?And what’s involved with that?? she asked. Candi grinned. ?The Pet Training? Well, I thought we’d show you.? She opened the bag and pulled out two tight leather pouches. She moved to Esme’s hands and. "Are you going to put out?"She was laughing hysterically."Are you going to put out?"She couldn't talk. All she could do was nod, enthusiastically."How do you want it?" Slow, no fast, no hard, slow and easy at first and then hard and fast, no hard and fast." Her words resonated from her chest, pleading.I followed her eyes to where my cock was hovering just above her pussy lips. We watched as I jiggled my cock, bouncing the head against her lips, slap, bounce, slap."Ah... ," she uttered. I did it. I might have enjoyed all that drinking without getting drunk, but getting changed into a magnet for dumb pick-up lines seemed like too high a price for the privilege.* * * * *It was about 1:40. I was being double-teamed by two jocks from the local college. They finally gave up and decided to spend the last twenty minutes before the bar closed to find more agreeable (make that "more bed-able") company. I sighed with relief. It was almost over."Excuse me, ma?am. I couldn?t help noticing you. And I wouldn’t accept their oath again, either. I couldn’t trust them.Last, Widemouth was our home port. I expected everyone to leave the ship and go home when we moored. I didn’t mind sailors who were homeless if they wanted to sleep on the ship for a few days, but Cookie wasn’t going to feed them, and every one of them had enough money to buy a farm or someplace if they wanted. The ship would be getting pulled out for repairs and changes, and no one could live on the ship when it was out of.