It was the second day of their leg to Kingston and at their current speed of seven to eight knots, Tony anticipated four days of sailing.It was early ...orning and to his knowledge, Harriet was still asleep. Hohenstein was on deck of course, going over the blackboard with the sailing master. Tony therefore had the windward side of the quarterdeck to himself. Pacing up and down, he tried to get his plans ready for the day and beyond. In Kingston they would have to attend dinners and receptions. Keele! What lewd and forbidden emotions had overtaken and persuaded both of them to be unfaithful?In all truth, she still didn't blame her husband. He had undoubtedly been coerced... but in her own case, she'd thrown away all conception of right and wrong! She might have fought him more diligently, threatened to expose him to the authorities... ! But she'd succumbed because deep inside her she had wanted to... and there was no denying that awful truth!God, she had never realized such debasement. I look, I feel and I smell, phenomenal. I'm ready to leave. Outside is slightly cool, but not cold enough to necessitate an overcoat. I slip a few essentials into my pockets. Door keys, credit card, cigarette case, lighter. I descend the stairs, step out onto the chilly London street and pull the door to behind me. A brisk breeze whips past. I feel it on my freshly shaven face and head, but not on my body. I will be warm enough tonight. I raise my arm and a shiny black taxi, with glowing orange. Joan got up and turned on her hands and knees as she had seen a woman do seconds earlier. Her will to resist was gone and replace with the need to come. She felt Melissa weight on her back and her hair being pulled by the roots upwards. A hard slap on her ass and a command to crawl got her started across the bar. Several women made lewd comments as she passed wanting a turn with her latter but Melissa would tell them she was hers for the moment and maybe later. Her continued swats on her ass.