" Just read it. She insisted.I opened it to page one.Rules of the Sea on the cover and page one.I leafed to page two.Page two. Rule Number 1: The Capt...ain is in command.I turned the page.Page Three. Rule Number 2: The Captain is always right.I turned the page again.Page Four. Rule Number 3: In the Event of a Dispute See Rule Number Two.The other pages were blank."Mom? What do I do with this?" I was really lost."You keep a diary at home. This is a Journal of Events and Lessons."I could hear the. The more you lap, the more it moans. The more it moans, the more you lap. Easy peasy. Well, it's easy peasy at first, but pretty soon, there are fingers in your hair and thighs pressing hard against your cheeks and your nose and mouth are buried in her regal mingedom and you can't breathe and all you can do is lap and lap and lap as Queeny B bucks and grinds. Then just as you think it couldn't get any harder a rigid muscle of manliness thrusts into your sopping flower of desire and pounds until. He struggled to keep his hands off of his incredibly sexy and beautiful Angel. His eyes feasted on her beauty as she seductively moved around the room in front of him, making it a point to display every part of her body in a seductive way - she was teasing him, taunting him; he knew her game and didn’t resist.He was aroused, and she knew it. As she finished her brief, superfluous, attempt at dusting, she brought him a glass of wine, she asked: "Do you want me, Master?" He was knew that she. Maybe the lesson would survive tonight. ‘I may hold classes,’ I said. I’d never thought about it because I always came with a man, but being unapproachably beautiful has its downside too – you don’t get approached. After another round the girls started to bring back someone sent for me by their partners. ‘A girl should get to dance with somebody on her birthday,’ said Barb. Lovely. I was being treated like the ugly girl. But I didn’t refuse. A girl should get to dance with somebody on her.