He was so big, powerful oversized arms, long dirty dark hair with an untidy beard and many scars. ‘What a fine treasure we have here boys!’ The m...an bellowed to his crew. He continued in a low murmur, ‘One that will bring either a good price, or better pleasure.’ His devil smile sent chills throughout Ava’s already trembling body. In a surge of courage, Ava rose to her feet meeting and challenging the mans gaze. With a confidence she did not feel Ava spoke loudly, ‘I will not be sold for any. I undid her blouse and took it off before unclipping her bra and sliding it off to reveal the most perfect pair of 38D tits. I played with her nipples, sucking on them and making them big and hard before unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her legs revealing her gorgeous stocking-clad legs. My fingers worked their way into her white lacy knickers and through her thick bush of pubic hair, before my middle finger found the wet hole and I rubbed it as fast as I could. She moaned with pleasure. I understand you’re healing well?”“All except my arm. There was a lot of damage there,” I admitted. “The rehab is coming along, but it’s not where I want it to be.”“Good ... Well, bad about the arm, but you’ll get there,” he assured me. “I don’t have access to your medical records, but from the photos Scarlett sent me, your surgeon didn’t leave you with messy scars to begin with. That’s a good foundation for you and me to look at treatment options. I think you’re a good candidate for scar. It soon became a part of my nightly ritual, as I couldn’t fall asleep without a pillow (or something else) between my legs.Soon I discovered that pulling my pillow really tight into my crotch gave me a strange feeling of pleasure. It was a feeling that started somewhere between my legs and spread through my body. Squeezing the pillow with my scissored legs, pushing it up into my crotch, felt so nice that I started doing it as often as I could. Somehow I understood that this was something.