‘Necessity, for one thing. I had to get away, and I found life at sea suited me. I had a knack for handling a ship, and for handling a crew. I’m g...ood at piracy. I’d never been particularly good at anything before, if you discount wenching and spending money.’ ‘Could you not have fled abroad and begun a new life?’ ‘It was my original plan. But the sea called to me. I wanted to stay on the waves.’ ‘Don’t you fear capture?’ ‘Oh, all the time. But I am very good at eluding the Navy. They are. In real life, he sold real estate.The first time was uneventful. After some intro conversation, I cleaned his bathroom. He paid. Told me to come back in two weeks to do it again. I left, $2 richer. I did catch him staring at me a lot as I worked and his conversation was sort of sexual, but not quite. You know, he'd say jokingly, "My last cleaning person wasn't as cute as you." That sort of thing. But I'd had enough experience with gays to know something was afoot.The next time was different, to. You coming over,” he chuckled with his high-pitched voice.“What we gon’ do if I do?”“I bet we can figure out something, handsome,” he winked and smiled coyly.“Bet. Lock in my number,” Shawn ordered. Shawn headed back to the office to clock out so he could make his way to the car. Riding on the shuttle to the employee parking lot, he checked the text message he had just received. He expected it to be the cute little flight attendant, but it was from his oldest first cousin’s son, Kenton.‘You. He wipes some up with his fingers and sniffs it."What a wanton little slut."I blush at the truth.He comes around to my face and wipes my juices on my upper lip so I can smell how much of a slut I am.He touches my chin and I obediently open my mouth and stick out my tongue.He enjoys my mouth till He is hard and ready.He moves back around behind me. My collar being clipped to the bench prevents me from seeing what he is about to do, but I suspect. Most men seem anxious to avail themselves of a.