Ever since we had floated our second ship, a fair number of experienced shipbuilders from Convey had sworn loyalty to our clan. They had a number of r...easons to take up my banner, other than the money. For some it was the excitement of the new ship design that doomed the lumbering cogs to extinction. Other men moved to our town for family reasons, leaving the war-torn northern cities of the Isle of Convey to come under my protection. Lastly, some were escaping debt and it was convenient to start. Jess’ eyes widened in surprise, probably because it was supposed to be kept on the down-low, but she nodded.“Would you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas?” She pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a series of chairs with curtains.Jess followed her finger, blinked, then turned back to Britney before shrugging.“Fine with me. Aaron, go with the nice lady and do whatever she says,” Jess instructed.“Yes, Ma-” I stopped myself mid-syllable on “Ma’am.” I. He had long, straight sandy hair and reminded me of a surfer or some kind of outdoor type. His muscular body was the obligatory golden tan, unblemished by white swimsuit lines. His blue eyes crinkled when he talked. I tried not to look but I stole a glance at his cock anyway. It was pierced along the top, with several large studs leading from the head back, about an inch apart. He had no problem looking at me, and did so with a long, appreciative survey of my body.“You’re with Max?” he. ? ?Get out!! You didn’t seem to have any problem when I was fucking you. Now there’s the door, use it? She yelled back. ?I’m leaving slut, don’t worry about seeing me again. Well, unless I send a few of those tapes we made to your work,? I snapped back, slamming the door while horror filled her eyes. About six months into our relationship I had talked her into making a few sex tapes. It hadn’t been all that hard, she enjoyed trying new things and it was a first for her. We.