I stood there for quite a while, staring at the water, occasionally locking on a bit of it. It was interesting, the water was more or less staying in ...ne place while I was moving, but the effect was the same as the moving water back in the cavern. The movement made it harder to get a lock, but the water, as it had before, seemed eager to oblige. The effort needed to focus on it left me free to disengage myself from the foul mood the questions on the deck had put me in. I had surprised myself. She was always so good at it. She had a lot of practice, her man would flat refuse to give her oral pleasure (something I enjoyed doing for her) and sometimes he even refused to have sex with her until she blew him. It was something she was used to, but blowing me gave her chills, or so she claimed. She simply loved it, having an 8 inch dick sliding down her throat. But today something happened that changed my life forever. I was leaning back, my eyes closed, enjoying her mouth on my cock, so I. Inside the camp I followed him around like a loyal dog and was quite impressed that he must have been a man of importance judging by the nervous salutes and soldiers scrambling to obey his barked orders. My presence didn't go unnoticed, men smiled at me and tousled my long blond hair making comments and laughter toward my prestigious escort. I believe now that he was showing me off, the beautiful boy that he was bedding who could almost pass as Aryan descent, but whose blood was tainted by. A nice, uneventful day so far. While I’m figuring out which item gets next priority, my tummy does a crazy flip. It’s done that intermittently for the past three days so I know damn well it’s not the mango I had with breakfast. I motor through another item on the agenda. Done.For some reason, a racing pulse has decided to keep the tummy flip company. I know only too well what it means. Another item. Done.Well, since things are going so smoothly, I’ll just take a peek.No. Don’t do it. Go to the.