"Yes, it is. The deeper you look, the more neglect and age you can begin to see. If you go to the engineering spaces, which are off limits to passenge...rs, you'd be scared to death." Why would that be, Simpson? asked Sam, "And how do you know what's wrong?" I know because this is my third crossing on this piece of shit and my last. The crew scuttlebutt is rife with the ship's problems." Why," I asked, "is this your last trip?" For obvious reasons, I no longer trust the ability of this ship to. 'It'salright,' she continued, noticing my embarrassment, 'I've been allthrough that myself. It feels unusual at first but you'll soon getused to it.' She picked up one of the items on the bed, and held it up for me toexamine. It was like a long-legged, flesh-coloured, pantie-girdle.'This is called a Hiplet, and it will give you a lovely rounded butt,as well as hiding the parts that embarrass you at the moment. Put iton and see.' I slipped my feet into it and began to pull it up my legs. It. Five days that I haven’t emptied my cum into you. Five… whole…. days I have gone without.” I can feel his lips against my ear. His tongue sneaking out to caress it before he growls, “Five days that you’re going to make up for.”Another impact. This one harder than the last. I feel it in my core. My walls clench air, begging for the cock it craves. My breath catches in my chest and when it’s released my words come out as a moan, “3. Th...thank you Sir.”An exhalation. Most would think it was. His East London consonants were like gravel in the lieutenant's ears. "I'm sure Dobby won't mind. He's a champion for a buggering, sir." I'm not sure if I should..." Theo protested, mostly with respect to his elevated rank and class. Was it right for a man of his status to sully his member in the darker confines of an artisan's most private orifice?"You don't have to worry about the rest of us, sir," continued the soldier, gesturing towards his grinning comrades. "We none of us mind, sir. Not.