Ich trat zur?ck und betrachtete mein Werk. Eva war genau in der Position, in der ich sie haben wollte. Ihr gro?en Titten verloren erstaunlicherweise ...auch in dieser Position nicht ihre feste Form. Aber das w?rde ich noch ?ndern. Ich ging zum Utensilienschrank, suchte mir ein paar sch?ne Sachen aus und kehrte zur gefesselten Eva zur?ck. Zun?chst wandte ich mich ihren Titten zu. Mit einem langen, d?nnen Band verpa?te ich ihr den sogenannten "Strick-BH". Ich wu?te von Sabine, die diese Tortur auch. Another stomp, then black.I'm sorry sweet Pallas, my dearest love. I didn't make it home... ... but I lived.I woke shackled and stuffed in the hold under the rear deck of the ship. I heard the men arguing in their strange language. About me? Soon I was dragged out. We were alone in the empty sea. The captain was tall and dark, as dark as me. He had wavy hair that hung below his neck and wore jeweled earrings. His body was lean and strong; he moved like a cat. He spoke to me in Greek."Who are. Again, she was dressed in skin-tight shorts and sports bra, this time maroon, with a matching, zippered, sweat jacket on top. Her legs were drawn up and – quite by chance – I managed a glimpse of the nexus of her legs. Her labia were perfectly outlined by the very snug material, as a seam in her shorts split them into two sublimely opposed crescents. ‘One more day, I think!’ I said cheerily, hoping my errant eyes hadn’t betrayed my sudden lecherous glance. ‘If I’m finished tomorrow, perhaps. He stood me up, turned me around and forced me to kneel on the little bench facing the wall. Something in me told me to obey and I did. I had no idea; Jack slammed me against the wall, pulled my skirt up then…filled me with cock.It was a pretty rough fucking. He called me some names, kept me pinned against the wall, pulled my hair hard then just fucked hard until he came. When he left I just sat down and tried to get some kind of control back. I was shaking like hell from head to toe, I’d just.