And I returned to Bangalore on Monday. I remember Revathy will return on Wednesday. So I decide to WhatsApp her on Wednesday night.She is very talkati...ve and free over WhatsApp. We chatted for some time about out personal stuff like what do you do and other blah blah blah……… She is getting arrogant and dominating our conversation over the days which I started to enjoy. Slowly our conversation ends in sex, she told her husband to do physical torture and she is unsatisfied in her sex and married. It wasquite surprising considering that she had thought it must have beensomeone from the neighbourhood since they had had to pass by her bedroomwindow on that fateful night. Maybe it was family from someone in theneighbourhood, someone who had been there on the wrong day at the wrongtime at least for Marcy.Whoever it was and wherever he lived the fact remained that she waskneeling between his legs and she knew a blowjob would probably follow.If this was what this guy had wanted after all then. She was now going to be embarking on becoming a lady.A Fata Morgana, an image on the distant horizon. Through the spyglass it appeared to be an approaching ship.“Hombre los cañones,” The captain gave orders to man the cannons. “Prepárate para la batalla, get ready for battle, God save the Queen.”It was sleek, a two mast brigantine, built for speed. Weather worn but sturdy. With twenty cannons, port and starboard. Flying an ensign of the Skull and Crossbones. Supporting no sovereign entity.. There had been many sore bottoms and not a few tears the first few days as Devlin and the other men taught the girls the rudiments of sailing by the simple means of applying a whip if they got it wrong. Painful - but it had worked for they were now at least a moderately competent crew. And there were the domestic duties; cooking, cleaning and so on. But, other than these, a modern yacht practically sailed itself. And, of course, there was the sex but, she smiled to herself, she couldn't really.