I like the way it shows when you bend over.” Leigh laughed a little at the image I presented. “Okay, yes, I’ve been told about that before, but ...I can’t find jeans that fit!” “I think about your face, your figure, think about just being intimate with you.” Leigh was looking at me intently now and I felt a distinct warming between my legs. “That’s very sweet.” Again, I thought Leigh was going to call a halt to this fantasy conversation. “It’s quite a compliment. I’m glad you enjoy those. Suddenly the whole fucking thing was stupid and silly, he could see everything, why was I trying to cover my front, to I threw the towel on the bed and turned and let him look.'Oh mio Dio sei così bella'. I was sure it was a compliment, because I laughed out loud and held my purse high over my head, 'Euros or a blow job'?Did I just offer him a fucking blow job?'Sì perdetevi un pompino', and his hand went down to his pants and started to pull the zipper down, 'Please', he said falteringly, 'a. He was vicious in his approach and draconian in his methods. This brought him the nickname the Butcher, and he was feared and hated by the populace.He knew the rebels would hunt him down like an animal. They had tried once before, but in the attack killed his beautiful sixteen year-old daughter. Months later, filled with grief and repugnance, his wife abandoned him.There was nothing left for him to do. It was every man for himself. He ordered his trustworthy bodyguard to load up one of the few. If such trips did not happen, he would want to take the ship out that often anyway.He decided to take a tour of inspection, so he handed control to the Second Officer and had the Purser take him over the ship again. They went through every guest suite and all were in perfect order, each with at least one concubine in residence. Some he stroked idly, but none tempted him to go further, though all seemed willing, even eager to impress the Admiral.It was in the tenth suite that the concubine was.