For a long moment, I just started at the door... glared at it actually. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, knowing that he had to be out ofhis fu...king mind. I'd seen crazies on the streets who'd made more sensethan that. Hell, even my last tax return had made more sense than that.But at the same time, I had a dreadful feeling that there was somethingto what he'd said."No fucking way," I whispered, trying not to believe a word of it.That Garavas freak wasn't no god. Hell, he wasn't. She seemed to edge a little closer."Your hands are nice and warm", she whispered to me, and started stroking one of my hands. "Tell me to piss off if I'm out of order!".From that moment on, I hardly remember a single thing about the film. She started to play with my long fingers and soon we were very gently holding, stroking and touching hands while one fingertip of her left hand had discreetly found its way to stroking the inside of my leg. I was begging the film not to stop right now;. He said Kanu and his wife were willing to have her stay with them. And besides, Kanu had been trying to teach her some English.She clung to my hands, even when I had mounted, tears in her eyes as she spoke in her own language.“Don’t worry, Fulala, I’ll be back soon, you’ll be fine here.” She didn’t understand me, but she did look a little happier, perhaps it was the gentleness with which I spoke.The Captain’s ship arrived the next day, along with the other slaver. I reported on board and. My breathing is really heavy now, I know he can tell that I am getting really aroused. I swivel around in my chair to look up at him. He smiles down at me with his cocky grin. “Well babe? Would you do that? For me?” “Jon… I need to work on this…” I say feebly. “You still can… Just have that in while you do,” he says as he closes my hand around the cool plastic of the vibrator and kisses me softly on the lips. “Please?” he says softly with those amazing smouldering eyes. I feel my resolve.