The image that so suddenly popped into her mind was of Diane on her hands and knees, licking Heather's pussy. In her head, Diane buried her face into ...Heather's sex with no hesitation, quivering with as much excitement as Heather, her own pussy wet and swollen.Heather swallowed. Slowly, she made the imagery fade. But it left her with a burning heat in her loins. The moment her concentration slipped, another erotic thought slid into her mind. Diane was masturbating at Heather's order but not. “The official rules are one concubine for each five crew,” Captain Prescott said.“Do you want to be the man who decides who gets to bring a concubine on a cruise?” I asked him. “It will probably not be comfortable to pack a large number of concubines onto the ship, but I expect it will be better for morale. And the concubines can help with scut work.”“Perhaps,” Captain Prescott said. He walked away from the helm and moved to the far side of the room. “But weren’t you here to test everyone?”I. Beyond the open balcony doors the sound of splashing water and female laughter floated on the warm afternoon breeze. A trail of lingerie and jewellery led across the bedroom floor to where she now lay. Pulling aside the sheets she stretched and moaned. In the mirror above the bed she enjoyed the view of her own naked body. She was proud that at 50 she had the toned curvaceous figure of a woman half her age and the libido to match. She thought about last night, the sexy chauffeur. Suddenly she. ”Yitzl spun on the junior officer. “You know better than to say something like that. You could get us all charged with conspiracy!”“Changing back to the original topic,” Groxxl, one of the Bridge’s sensor operators said, “your crew has done an amazing job. While we suspected you were yet another official living high off the hog while the rest of us labor in silence, your team has done astounding work getting us ready to leave. We’re way ahead of schedule.”“We certainly are,” Yitzl confirmed,.