I having never before Sailed the Seas, knew not of my Own Account, but from the Tales of the Old Salts, who Delighted in telling me of Men Lashed to B...loody Rags while Tied to the Cannon.The Loudoun was a Full Rigged East Indiaman of some 400 tons, carrying twenty Cannon, quite Roomy enough even Fully Provisioned and Crewed. As Carpenter's Assistant, I shared space in the Starboard Forecastle with the Loblolly Boy, Cabin Boy, and the Sailmaker's Apprentice. We all had room to hang our Canvas. The man started laughing, Margaret was confused and scared she could feel her knees getting weak. Thoughts of this man slicing her throat and burying her body in the woods filled her mind. Then he spoke to her,"Hi Margaret, my name is Chapel and this is my fucking forest... and I don't like or appreciate cunts like you trespassing on my fucking property." Please Mister... I'm sorry... I didn't know this was your property... I'm sorry sir... please let me go!" She said, as the tears began to. Matt tore his mouth away from hers and kissed a path down her neck, licking her collar bone, slowly moving his lips down towards her nipples and sucking them. Jill arched her back and tangled her fingers into his hair, keeping his head anchored in place as she let out a little whimper of pleasure. He pressed her against the shower wall as he entered her with his hard cock. Matt nearly came just from entering her. Jill clenched her inner muscles down on his cock, as her pussy was now soaking. The voice was designed to make my vagina long for what Charlie had never thought to offer it.He had to speak twice before I registered what he was saying. And more astoundingly, what he was asking. "My name's Nigel. How long are you staying in London?" Three more days." My heart sank at the prospect of three days and a long flight with Charlie. What an anticlimax after this."I think that's long enough to paint you. Suppose we go for lunch now? Then I'll take you to my studio. I noticed you when.