I panted hard and tried to catch my breath as another hit from the pipe was blown in my face. Panic riddled my brain and I felt like I wasn't getting ...enough air, the pot smoke was so thick and my lungs ached. The room started to fade in and out, I could barely see TC.The last thing I heard before I blacked out was "Here are his panties, they were inside his jeans." I wondered why they thought Melissa's clothes were mine...The rest of what happened to me that night I do not recall, at least. “Lieutenant Thomas Grey, come aboard, Sir!”“Lieutenant Adam Bingham. I’m second. Welcome aboard, Mr. Grey!” He turned to a young volunteer. “Run and rouse the wardroom steward!”Fifteen minutes later, Thomas was settled in his new quarters. The cabin with his cot (not a hammock!), a stool and a tiny desk, was separated from the wardroom by a latticed door. As tiny as this stall was, it was the second-largest of the cabins, the smaller ones being used by junior wardroom officers as were the. "Hi Josh." She said.Her voice almost seemed to echo throughout my body, sending jolts of warmth and serenity down my spine."Err, Uhm... Can I borrow some butter please?" I said."Sure. Hold on just a second" she said with a smile.She turned around and walked into her kitchen. I saw her beautifully shaped body, so perfect; walk through her living room into the kitchen, her beautifully round hips swayed as she glided into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter from the. Crack!"Lick!"I obeyed my Mistress.She tasted wonderful, a delightful feast that I was starving for. I worshiped my Mistress, putting all my love for her as my tongue swept through her silky folds. I inhaled her musk and drank her womanhood. A low moan escaped her lips, her perky breasts heaved faster, white milk leaking from her dark-red nipples.Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling me tight against her. She looked down, that contemptible smile on her face. "Are you read to accept my gift?"I.