Shortly two of the crew returned dragging Merick with them. One of the crewmen roughly pushed Merick before the old French Captain.Merick stood defian...tly in front of Destand and snarled, "Who are you, and why was I brought out here?"Merick was still unkempt and unshaven, wearing torn and filthy clothing Ben had found for him somewhere. There was nothing about Merick that could possibly reveal he'd once been the skipper of a warship, except his arrogant attitude. Destand was much taller than. "I pulled away slowly. "We had some good times."He smiled. "Yes we did. I'd like to hang out again sometime." I don't think that's a good idea," I said politely.He frowned. "Why not? Didn't you say that you would like to remain friends?"I nodded. "Yes, but that doesn't mean we have to go out. We can just talk casually."He looked down for a minute and then looked back at me flashing me angry eyes. "Is your new "friend" someone you'd rather hang around with than me?"I began to walk away.He. . reach inside my shorts and pull out my cock.”“Goody,” she said with wry curling of her lips, wiggling my cock out. “And?”Feeling more empowered I said, “Get down on your knees.”“Yes Sir.” She dropped to her knees and looked up expectantly.I always loved the way Colette catered to me and anticipated what I wanted her to do. I never felt one way or the other about it, just expected her to be in control. I didn’t want to sound silly but said, “Put your tongue in my slit and make my precum. She felt so exposed. She felt it even more so when she realised she was naked. Large breasts, curvaceous figure, tight bum and long, thick penis on show to this audience. Christie felt raw emotion boil up her throat. She felt like she was in a circus or a zoo, being used for entertainment because she was different.Ever since she was young, she had known she was different. She had struggled to make friends and often felt isolated. Her biggest fear was to be exposed, leered at and mocked.And now.