"My wife is bleeding.I sought to consult a Physician.It's the middle of the night, the captain is probably asleep. I hot footed it up the stairs to th... wheelhouse. I knocked. Bade enter, I did. Oh thank you God, My Uncle Al was chatting with the third officer over a cuppa."Hi, David. How's married life treating you?"In a total rush I confessed I had made her bleed. Uncle Al tried manfully to keep from laughing, the rest of the watch lost it."Well, we know one thing for sure. She was a virgin. She could feel her cunt throbbing. She could feel a puddle forming on the bed.And then, a touch. A tender, soft touch on her thigh. Her skin jumped. She yelped.The room filled with laughter. In her mind, she had thought there was only one in here with her. But there were many - it was a chorus. Five, at least, in the bedroom alone. And still, the faint murmur of voices in the living space carried on. How many will fuck me tonight?The hand on her thigh moved toward her cunt. It was no longer a. The only touch that seemed to soothe his mind his body and his soul. Only giving him a sip of her when she came, just a hint of the power that she held in her body. He lived for those moments ever begging her for more! Some nights were to much, he would find others to ease his needs. He no longer cared of the pain that he would inflict upon them. His own desires to strong to hold back. He would tie them, bind them. Caress the stretched out bodies, play with them, gag them. Hearing only her. “I’m pretty sure your mom played a part in it.”“Well, doesn’t matter who did it, what matters is that we’re here,” she bumped his arm with an excited smile. “You remembered to pack your costume, right?”“Obviously, duh,” he retorted. “You texted me a hundred times,” he chuckled. “Only yesterday.”“Hey!” The feisty brunette shoved him, though there was an amused grin on her face as well. “Just saying, I can’t pull off a heist without my partner in crime, can I?”A nice, pleasant sensation coursed.