The boat had no rudder, so the pirates were unable to control the direction they moved in with the rowing unbalanced. It didn't take long for us to le...ave them behind.Just as I was taking my last shot, the first mate ran up with several sailors carrying muskets, but there was nothing left for me or them to shoot at. My wives had also joined me just before the sailors got there, but they had not fired, either. The mate asked my name and thanked me before he dismissed the sailors and left to talk. The last to shake my hand was Principal Summers. “Let me say that I agree wholeheartedly with everything Harold just said. You are clearly the catalyst to this surge in the arts both of our schools have gone through. We have over a dozen students coming in mid-year in January ready to join the Michael Thomas revolution.”Sitting down, Harold said, “So do we, Michael. Our new payment schedule had induced several diverse families joining us after the first of the year. The choir and orchestra. Up until then, I rarely saw my Uncle; and now I was seeing him after school each day.He would stay and have Tea with Dad, then leave for his home.Things seemed to settle down for the next few months.Steve would watch Bugs Bunny and cartoons with me, before starting to make our Tea.Dad was coming home totally bushed and would pass out sometimes on the couch; after his twelve hour shift.It was sometime during the next year, that things went pear-shaped.I was ten close to eleven, when Uncle Steve. ****d me, cuckolded me, humiliated me. But I still loved her. I still wanted her.I was so horny and desperate. I nodded. "Say it" she hissed. "Yes" I responded. Gulping. This was the first time I had asked for it. Everything went still and quiet. I knew what I had to do. What I needed to do. What she required. "Yes... please"She was already wearing her strap on. There was that delicious moment as I felt my dress getting pulled up over my arse. I was whimpering with desire. She whispered some.