As he prepared to leave his cabin he heard the eels push off the bunk. The two didn’t coil around his arms this time. He hoped that meant they felt ...more comfortable.He left through the ready room door. He found Pat in there polishing his spare boots. If he remembered right they didn’t need polished, he had taken them to a cobbler who had done a fine job polishing them when he put new soles on them. “Afternoon, Patrick. Weren’t those already shined? I thought the cobbler did a fine job when I. The woman had my wife on her back with her legs spread wide open while her head was glued to my wife's cunt. I could see the woman's tongue fucking my wife as my wife was groaned and moaned while she held the woman's head against herself.I then felt a hand on my ass and turned to find the man behind me, caressing my cheeks. I must admit, at the time it felt good and so I let him continue while I watched my wife get tongue fucked. Suddenly, his hands were at my belt buckle and had it undone. ‘I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. Hell, I like a challenge. Not that it’s really a challenge, I guess. So who’d you have in mind, exactly?’ Arthur cleared his throat again, and mumbled something. He had to repeat himself twice before Shane finally heard him. ‘Whoa, damn, Arty, you got some fine-ass fuckin’ taste, son! You rep her?’ ‘It’s ‘Arthur,’ and yes, I ‘rep’ her. So… are you saying you’ll try?’ ‘Try? Hell, I tell you what. This is gonna be baller, man – for this, I’ll let you do it for. I broke his gaze and he grinned with a leer. “Now now, don’t be shy, not when there is so much business to be done.”“But Mr. Gadsden is-”“Busy and won’t be joining us in the office, come girl,” he said gathering me in the crook of his elbow. I felt swallowed whole.“Shouldn’t I get Mr.-”“You don’t have to pretend now, girl, it’s just us. We can be honest here. Unless, you want to be honest with Mr. Gadsten?” He offered a bemused smile. The way he stressed honest sent an image of me teasing Mr..