Naval ships arrived late and sank the pirates at sea. Seeking revenge, the Spanish ships, or Catalonian ships to be precise, sailed to Morocco and she...led their major port. Barcelona burned again later, along with half a dozen other Spanish and Catalonian ports in a tit for tat raid.Now Barcelona was in the state of Iberia under the European government. The port was busy and the city hosted a vibrant artist's community. The official tourist brochure claimed that the light in Barcelona was so. I was crushed. Plus, I was still horny.I went with him to help him get his travel bag together. Ron went also to get instructions and review the corporation’s agenda for the conference. I could feel Ron’s eyes on me the entire time and I blushed as I realized I liked it. The three of us went to the resort entrance and the other two on the team met us there. Jim told them Ron was in charge. He did not order him to include me but told them I was basically his secretary at home and was in on. He immediately embraced me then pushed me back to get a second look.“Is that a new skirt and blouse?” he asked.“What this old thing?” I smiled.Driving to the restaurant I had to remind my husband to keep his eyes on the road. When we arrived, the restaurant was packed. Dave helped me out of the car and I had to walk slowly to the front door. I could see my husband's smile as the door man blatantly stared at me as we approached.Passing through the door my husband snuck in a quick squeeze of my. I didn't have all of the answers yet, but I had the most important one. No woman will be interested in my body or dicklet. They aren't interested in figuring out how to please a peepee, they want to be owned by a real Cock. My mind had already raced to the possibility of being similarly owned and it calmed me down. I knew a Man to protect me was the ultimate answer. Everything Instructor Mike told me made sense. He wasn’t lying that I was going to walk out of here changed forever."I think.