“Oh! So good! I’m so close! I’ll… I’ll warn you when I’m about to cum, alright?”“I think…” she whispered, her tongue dancing aroun...d the tip, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”This was unbelievable. “Are you sure, baby?” She looked him right in the eye, nodded, and breathed, “I want to taste you.” More licking. “Give me your cum, baby.” She took him back in her mouth, moaning loudly, bobbing up and down quicker and quicker, sucking harder than ever before. She never broke eye contact. Kirk put. They were snug and wet around her fanny, and she really didn’t want to take them off. Even less did she want to get caught shoplifting. Still it was the lesser of two evils.“Oh sorry, I must have left them in the cubicle” she stammered.“Lets go and have a look then shall we?” the store girl inquired. She accompanied Vicky back to the changing room.There was only one way she was going to find those, Vicky thought. She was going to have to brazen this out. She noticed her own discarded wet. She caught a fever, which thankfully waned before she might be diagnosed as too sick to carry to the ship's destination and she would be cast into the sea alive like so many other slaves. The only blessing of the dreadful death rate of the journey was that gradually the hold became less crowded, although it became no less fetid and smelt no less disgusting. The only thing that prevented her being continually sick was the emptiness of her stomach as a result of the poverty of the rations that. She knew all of them but the forbidden fantasy. After an unusually trying day for both of them at work, they had a few beers together to unwind. As the night progressed and the beer flowed, they started to talk. It wasn't long before they both began revealing things they shouldn't have. They both felt the arousal growing. At one point, someone made the comment about heading to a bar to look for some action and then it was quickly dismissed. Why go to a bar? We have the beer and the action all.