"Madeleine?" Our agent?" Oh, Maddy. She's your archetypal fag hag, ain't she? Absolutely adorable!"Steadily more people began arriving and everything ...changed as they did so. Initially it seemed most likely that all there'd be was a polite evening of passing joints round the room supplemented by glasses of rather better plonk than we deserved and the background music of Cabaret Voltaire. However, as more people arrived—most of them men and not all of them exclusively homosexual—the mood began to. ..- Wow! That IS a nice presentation.. (THE cleaveage was in front of me, and I even barely can see her face, really, that rack was covering her from my pov)- Thanks..?- Im yours...I mean (she blushed..and she made that pause on purpose, so I can notice it, subliminar sex message) Im part of your team now.(which kind of sexy accent is that one?)- Oh, ok. Welcome onboard. We have an appointment later on. Confused, I lead myself to dumb basement room (who decided to create that?)While I started. She rubbed her body back and forth against him, feeling his flesh against her clit, the pleasure button hard and waiting. She felt her body cumming just in time to feel the second blast of seed pounding against her womb. Her butt pushed back, driving the finger deep into her bowels as her head grew dizzy in pleasure, her nipples hard and sensitive rubbed harshly by his hairy chest. She couldn't control her own muscles, her body shaking and jumping under his, the pleasure racing to her brain as. Sometimes a storm saved the day, and sometimes it destroyed all chance of escape. He almost enjoyed the chase more than the capture at the end. His crew didn’t, they enjoyed the rampage through the ship, the discovery of valuables.Some enjoyed the torture and violence too. He kept an eye on those; the ones who would make the crew walk the plank simply for the fun of it. He never did that; as long as they were willing, forthcoming and compliant, he would give them a chance to join him or a.