Where you are headed, you will eventually be in a similar predicament--living in the harem of some eastern potentate and servicing his sexual desires,... especially your deflowering."That made them bawl all the more. Reality girls, reality.Later that evening, shortly after full dark, the Mate came to the door and escorted me to a small store room one deck lower. A young seaman apprentice was waiting for me. Maybe the Mate did this on purpose for the first one. This one was more scared than I was.I. He had me over the proverbial barrel, after-all, I had been writing about such abuses since my girlhood, and my writings did nothing to mask my pleasure about being fucked in all manner of settings and places, so why now, why scream, just let him have his fun, clean up and continue shopping, that way I will succeed in enhancing my reputation as a sex goddess, and give more credibility to my story telling.'Never fucking mind who I am, we know who you are, you fucking slut'. His voice was thick. Her body is hot like she is in the middle of a wild fire and somehow managing to not be burned as it rages on around her. Hazel feels the panic as the witch looks around. Then just as abruptly as Orthros stopped his charge, the world goes black. Penelope’s head lolls and she slips from the creature’s back, hitting the ground hard.The next thing either of them know is the witch is lying on her back with her dress shoved up to her waist. Between her legs are two heads, each belonging to Orthros.. Black hair, gothed up overdone eye shadow. The shirts she wore always showed off her perky b cups, either torn and revealing a bit of the bra or the neck was wide enough to show the strap. I love the way she smiles at me, without saying a word, just watching. I love the way she shuts her big, grey eyes tight as I push inside her; the way her glossed lips part to let a cry out. We've been together for a year; each the others first sexual experience. We couldn't get enough of learning and.