.. little... mouth." These last words were drawn out. "I'd be such a hungry girl for your cock."Trying to play along, I contributed, "I'd wrap my hand... in your hair and pull you roughly onto my cock. I'd feel myself swell against your eager tongue as I violated your throat." Yes," she panted breathlessly, "violate me. That's the word. You're so good with words." Then she added with desperate intent, "Wrap your fingers in my curls and violate my slutty mouth."I moaned into the phone, my orgasm. "Business or pleasure?" she asked."What?" You here in town for business or pleasure?" she repeated."Oh... little bit of both," Anthony said. It sure has been pleasurable so far."That's great," she said. "You going to do any sight seeing?" Nah, I'll probably end up staying in my room most of the time," Anthony said, hoping the waitress didn't think too hard about what his business might be."Uh huh," was her only response, and thankfully Anthony found himself alone as he ate his meal. He briefly. He released my hair but did not move his lips from mine. His hands traveled down my back to my waist. His thumbs hooked into the sides of my tiny thong and I heard the material tear. A small cry of shock and need slipped between our lips as my body felt the cool rush of air. His hands gripped my ass and lifted. As natural as breathing my legs wrapped around him and my ankles locked at his waist. My arms wrapped around his neck. He walked a few steps with me wrapped around him until he leaned. She pouted. "Captain, are you always busy like this?" Well, today I'm a hero and this is my 15 minutes of fame. And it's 'Commodore', at least for today and tomorrow." Is that a promotion?" I think so, honey. I think so." You aren't sure? Is it better or worse?" It's more authority, which is always good, but it's more responsibility, too, and that's always bad. It depends upon what you want from life. Today I commanded a ship. Tomorrow I'm commanding a squadron of 7 ships." Only 7? I heard we.