“Got it in one, Daddy. Did you see the pictures of his daughter? Redhead. His wife? Redhead. I’ve finally figured out that he only likes redheads....All I need to do is walk in and direct my womanly charms at him and he’ll be mine. I even dyed my pubic hair red so he won’t discover I’m really blonde.”“I have a feeling he’ll figure that out,” Dean muttered under his breath. “When are you off on this adventure?”“I have a flight this afternoon. Like, can I have some money?”“Of course, sweetheart.. In my office."Pastor O'Hare led me through the passageways to the religious area of the ship.I started to get worried when he led me past his office into the nondenominational chapel. He closed the doors behind us and sat me down in the front pew. He asked the ship's rabbi to give us a few minutes alone in the chapel.The rabbi agreed and promised we would not be disturbed.I was seriously worried by now.Then O'Hare turned to me and spoke in a way too concerned tone. "Captain Stone?" Yes?" We. She moaned each time he neared her clit and pulled away. She grabbed his head and tried to force him to the spot that needed attention. He pulled her clit gently between his lips and stroked it with his tongue. She pushed up to get all of the pleasure that she could seize from his tongue. A throaty moan escaped from deep in her throat and she tried to relax and let the orgasm take her, but as the orgasm grew in intensity she grabbed his head and pulled his face tighter to her mound. He held her. She trembled in fear and shook with anger at her own fear. The tears of self pity were rolling down her cheeks with reckless abandon. The young Russian girl vowed to be strong. She would not give her tormentors any pleasure in her cries of pain and pleas for mercy. She knew that mercy had no home in this evil place. The window on her door slid open. She could feel the unseen eyes on her naked form sitting on the floor. Olga stood up, for no other reason. than to show that she was unafraid. An.