He was getting close, too. I could feel it. His cock was swelling like a garden hose about to burst. ‘He’d cum… and so would you…’ Marc clos...d his eyes, imagining- maybe reliving what had happened the night we first met. ‘Then when he pulled out of you, I’d take hold of his cock, and then… I’d open my mouth and…’ I was seconds away. ‘Yes–‘ ‘… I’d lick him- suck him in… taste you and him together…’ That was it. I was over the edge. I wailed aloud and my pussy went into spasms of its own. Now under sail of the winds, from Tortuga to Spain laden with goods to sell and barter. A voyage of several weeks. Tortuga, a port of call for pirates, swashbucklers, heathens and prostitutes. It was a safe-haven for those willing to pay the gold, in exchange for not answering questions. At any one time, ships of many flags dropped anchor. Rum and carnal knowledge was sought most frequently.Her benefactor, a textile merchant, had given her all she could possess and paid a merchant to see her. More chapters will be posted on completion of them. The slave school Chapter 1 – Arrival The driver got out and made her way around the long black stretch limousine, fearing what will happen to her if she kept her master waiting for too long, she sped up, her short black mini skirt creeping up an inch, revealing her clean-shaven cunt beneath it. Arriving at the back of the limo, she took a long breath, making her tits bounce out of her half buttoned black business jacket. This part always. Long blonde hair down to the tip of her small bubble ass. She walked passed me her back arched back that almost cause me to cum. Jumping up I followed her for a while just to see where she was going. She met up with a group of girls all four were just as beautiful as she is. I knew that she is the one for me, but being shy as I am, "Okay a coward,” I had to find a way to meet her but, "how?" Then it hit me, "My sister, why not?" I knew things about her that only a few knew about. I.