“Did you orgasm, my love?” you ask as I feel your hardness press into me. “No, each time I got close, the guy pulled out.” You smile that devi...ish smile again. “Good, you are my prize.”You press your body down hard against me and kiss me, your hardness slick with the cum covering me, rubs against my slit. I arch to help you find the right angle, but you intentionally move so as not to enter me. “Please, I need you. I need your cock buried deep inside me.” “I am going to fill you with my cum and. "Master, please," Nesho pleaded with her eyes."Of course," he sighed, slumped to the floor and leaned back against the locker. "Sorry."Looking around the space he exclaimed, "You've done a remarkable job here! What fools are these sailors to not employ the woman's touch. This is almost livable now, maybe even more than almost!" They only want a woman's touch for one thing, the pigs!" Sosho hissed. "Festou showed us the captives' quarters while you were out. Oh Dent, it was horrible! The way. Moving my slippery clit and lips to avoid the blade, the Asian moved in close. Her warm breath tickled my pussy, and she sniffed my scent. As the raking sensation of the blade and slippery fingers performed required tasks, I twisted with a wicked happiness. She finished and reached for a soft cloth.I took her hand, and whispered, "Not over, yet?"She smiled, understanding my arousal. Then she leaned forward, sending a small lick to my clit and looking at my eyes. I quickly nodded my head.The. "Yuck! I'm all sticky. Thank goodness the shower is only next door!"It was gone half-past seven by the time I, as the last of us, was in and out of the shower, and almost eight o'clock before the four of us were fully dressed and on the way to the shops.We picked up a couple of ready-sliced loaves at the baker, and four pints of milk at the corner shop, before going on to Mr Waite, the butcher.He was already serving and chatting to a couple of customers, so we were able to have a look at his.