The trick had worked so well the first time, they decided to use it again: Stanly would have two sailors row him from the Elizabeth to the strange shi...p, and he would use that opportunity to look her over. Once Stanly had seen the ship and could evaluate her capabilities, they would formulate a plan of attack.This ship was about the same size as the Gertrude, and Stanly could count 8 gunports. Stanly had the boat rowed up to the side of the ship and hailed it. Somewhat to his surprise, he was. Inside, I was greeted by my date. As he handed me a champagne flute, Jack MacDougall was all smiles. "Hello, Cindy." I was surprised, and very pleased. I gave him a hug and cheek peck, saying, "Mac, I'm glad it's you." He replied, a little stiffly, "Cindy, you've fascinated me since we first met. I am so pleased to have this opportunity to get to know you better." "Wow, Mac. You could've just called me to go out for pizza." I laughed as I looked around at the opulence of the suite. "You. Fix-It skills, pushing me at the time into what I thought was a punishment. He forced me to be around these strong and masculine men, with beer guts and baseball caps talking sports and bullshit, telling crass jokes and wondering why the women didn’t seem to want them so much. Though honestly, I liked them a lot. But I never really let a lot of them back when I was still pretending, protecting myself against an outrage that never came, working myself into knots about what ifs and bewailing. He gathers my hair – which I’ve spent an hour and a half doing – into a ponytail, turns my head sideways, and thrusts the whole length of his cock down my throat. His free hand touches my mouth and he runs his fingertips over my puffy lips. He pinches and scratches my lips like a wild cat and I’m sure a part of him is contemplating ripping them off for later use. His thumbnail cuts into the soft skin; I would let out a quiet scream, if I could.I knew he will like my new fuchsia-red lippy,.