"Do you feel better now?" "Not better, no." "Aww. What do you mean?" "I've been in love with you since we first met. It sounds silly, I'm sure. When I...heard your voice over the phone I knew you were the one. When I saw you I believed in my heart that you were out of my league and it almost convinced me to forget about you. But now you're mine and I'm eternally grateful for that. I feel indebted to you for accepting me as I am." She hugged me tight and kissed me. "You don't have to think like. Your desire for my ships makes you my prostitute to use how I wish. Then with her tightly squeezing hand she pointed my dick up and then forced it up into her snatch. After that I knew what it must be like for those poor women who were used by the rougher of sailors after a long time at sea. Id seen them take one man after the next, sometimes only minutes spacing between one and the next, and the queen rode me hard and fast like she couldnt get enough of me inside her. She must have been still. As they reached the inside of my thighs I felt a little pressure pushing my legs to the outside. I knew what was being asked of me so I spread my legs several more inches apart exposing more of my pussy to the person in front of me not to mention the whole group looking on. I felt the hands move further upward and then two thumbs massaging the area just to the outside of my lips. I was feeling an orgasm beginning to build. The whole atmosphere had me so excited I felt weak all over. My legs. The halls were creepy and I knew ghosts were about. I saw them at every corner. The girls told me that she keeps the key in a box under her bed and that the best way to get to it was to crawl on the floor and never let her see you enter the room. Cold night air gave me goose bumps on my goose bumps. I heard creaking and laughter from the ghosts that I knew were waiting to take me to the grave. I was positive that my heart was beating so loud that it would wake everyone. I found the Duchess's.