”“Drink?”“Sometimes.”“What’s your diet?”“Any—I don’t know, anything.”“You’re fine with being vegetarian?”“Yes, I think...”“You think you are or are you?”“I mean, I do. I’m fine.”Her hands are taking more of my arm; it’s now laying onto hers, her other hand caressing the length of my forearm.“Do you know who I am?”“Mara?”“I mean, do you know what I do?”“I think—an influencer I think?”“Have you ever seen what I do?”“No, I’m—I’m sorry.”“No, no, no… it’s perfect, I prefer when they don’t know.”Her. None of the servants were less than fifty-seven years old, so we needed to be prepared to support them immediately; they were not likely to find jobs elsewhere. My mother's very conservative investment income, which my father had set up, could easily cover the necessary expenses, so I asked the lawyer to administer them for us. He agreed, so that considerable burden was lifted; both my mother and I were adamant that our faithful servants would be cared for until they died. The lawyer would also. After a few more minutes of talking she started getting tipsy. I started making moves like moving my finger on her neck and thighs, she was responding well with giggles. I started sliding her dress up her thighs and moved my fingers further up. “what are u doing” she giggled and said to me. “Nothing, just trying to massage u and and relive your tension” I winked said while I moved my hand further up and started rubbing her pussy softly with my thumb over her panty.“He he he….it’s working….aahh”. I was floundering under her gaze. 'It's just ... will you let me fight with you tonight?''Cabin Boy ... you have been given an order. If you are not in that Crows Nest within sixty seconds I will throw you overboard before we even reach midday. OUT'I scampered up to the top of the mast so quickly I had nearly caught Tara up. She smirked as I clambered into the nest and peered over the top.'Long way down', I told her, but she was focusing on the ship.'It's a big one', she told me, staring at the.