There was a creased, ink stained map tacked to a long oaken table inside the admiral's quarters. The room was cramped. Not only did it contain an enor...ous bed, which had been rebuilt after being brought aboard in pieces, but there was also a bronze cannon pointing aft. The gun should have been directed towards the port, where its shuttered hole was, but any attempt to fire it from that spot would probably splinter the bed during the recoil."You are all my personal guests. I have invited you. We were now strong enough to put up a healthy defense. Each one of us had a Henry rifle, and there were two to spare. We also had more revolvers than we could use at once, and they were all loaded with six rounds in each. That was a little bit chancy with the Colts, but I figured that it was worth the risk to have the extra bullets already in the guns.I took the front of the house, Ma took the back, Mary took the east end and Charlotte took the west end. Each end had only one window, so they. My nipples nibbled as I scooted back on my knees, reaching the edge of the bed. My boobs slid off of hers as I kissed lower and lower. My hands cupped her boobs.I squeezed those big and heavy mounds. My fingers dug into them. I shook them. She groaned, her whimpers echoing through the bedroom. I loved the sound she made. My mouth hungered. My cunt clenched and futa-cock throbbed.I slipped my legs off the bed as I smooched to her boobs. I followed her breastbone down between her tits. I rubbed. "You're as worthless as your mother. Change for punishment two. Then clean this up."She hated all of the punishments, each worse than the previous. Sandra had only been punished to level three. Her father said he had another level for her, but she hated the absolute humiliation of level three, and feared the idea of a level four. The punishments had begun after the divorce and she, her father and Evan moved to their new home. Sandra's mother had been fired from her job because she was caught on.