My hands slide on you at leisure, redraw you, sculpture you, half-open you; you shiver. I want it more: my lips look for your neck, for my cheeks the ...silky hidden recesses of your skin. My happy internal tension rises of a walking(step), every time I verify the firmness of your thighs, or the curve of your loins. Your body tightens(stretches out), my arms enclose him(it), stick him(it) against mine, your breast softens mine, my legs find yours, skip there. My pleasure it is this desire, more. Also, there was a changing screen and a full length mirror. Was my little tease too much? Good.I took my time. It had been awhile since I wore garters. The stocking were nice, black and very smooth. I caught myself running my hands up and down my own legs. The skirt was leather. Almost a perfect fit. The white blouse was open in back, plunging in the front, the firm collar holding it up. A white hair band for my hair. The black heels gave me another two inches in height. Looking at myself in. I don't care, but I do want it known that I am not going to die for your guns." He spoke english with an accent. My guess was that he was Greek or maybe Italian."Well, I hope it doesn't come to anyone dieing," I suggested."I heard your speech in the mess. If it comes down to it, I am going to surrender this ship and your cargo." he said."I'll keep that in mind," I admitted. What I kept in mind was that someone would have to lock his ass in his cabin. I didn't think they could try me for mutiny,. It so happened that my wife have to go back to our home country for few days and I was left alone at home. My maid took holiday as well so she wasn't at my house too. two days passed by and one evening I got a message from my maid( let's call her jasmine) whether she could sleep at my home. I was bit surprised to see that message but I responded "sure, why not". I didn't had anything naughty in my mind that time but I started getting bit anxious. At around 11pm my door bell rings I opened the.