The first rays of the rising sun caught the top of her dark-green hair, picking out individual strands. Faoril's red robes lay in the middle of the de...ck, discarded. My stomach twisted. “Where's Faoril?”“Below deck,” Minx said. “I think she fucked every sailor on the Golden Hunger four times. They were at it all night. That girl really loves cocks.”“And cum,” I muttered.“She's your lover, right? Maybe she didn't like you fucking the captain all night.”“She's a mage. Female mages are all. Her orgasm came quickly, as did her groans, which sounded foreign from the bottom of the box. She opened her eyes, just as Steven began shooting cum on her, most of it on her cunt, but some of it shooting beyond to her tits and. eyes. Ick. How ironic. The payoff over, she realized how uncomfortable she was in the box and rolled it over to its side. She ended up on all fours, where she caught a brief but certain glance of Sandy’s blonde hair disappearing from the edge of the window. Had she. Mrs Robinson looked at his helplessness and smiled to herself. He was putty in her hands, she could manipulate him as she wished, she felt herself becoming aroused, she would whip him later she thought and perhaps subject him to a special humiliation, but first some more verbal humiliation. She knew he was fascinated, yet humiliated and frightened by the things she said to him, and by the things she made him say. "David, I want you to look at me when I speak to you and I want you to answer me. I didn’t understand what he meant by it, but it gave me the freedom and love to continue with my chosen career, even after we were married. Our wedding was something to remember. I had invited all my family, my on-screen lovers and other players in the industry while Gerald had no family and only a few friends. Gerald was an immediate hit with everyone. The guys congratulated him for roping me in and tying me down while the girls just wanted to fuck him. Then he said something I wasn’t sure how.