Scrawled in the center of the mirror was a word – the most repugnant word she knew – 'CUNT' – shock filled her.Looking around, she picked up her... towel and covered herself with it. She walked through the apartment, but it was empty. She grabbed the big recliner and shoved it in front of the door, pushing it firmly against it. Returning to the bathroom, she dropped the towel in front of the tub and squatted down on the toilet. In a moment, there was the pleasure of release as a stream of piss. There was a — how you say? — struggle for the ship. Those who follow Bonaparte were eventually evicted, although the cost was 'igh. Rather than wait for more men, we decided to sail from port with a smaller crew." As a representative of His Royal Majesty's navy, I thank you for doing so, sir. Please come with me."The wind backed into the north overnight and it took the ships three more days to reach Otranto, in the very southeast of Italy. The city and its C-shaped port had once been a duché. I leaned over to kiss Carol. I could easily have stopped right then and taken her to bed. As our kiss ended, she whispered, "I'll bet Sharon would like a kiss, too."I looked at her in disbelief, but she nodded. I turned to Sharon and lifted her chin. She was ready. She kissed me hard and put her arm around my chest to move closer as she made her little humming noises. When we broke the kiss, I looked at Carol who gave me a nod and large smile. By now, my sex desire was rising to a boiling. Holding Dasha she felt it was right to be like this right now. She was no longer scared seeing dasha so happy she couldn’t see any reason she could not be. She remembered the look Leit had given her when she came for dasha. It was one of approval one of happiness. She smiled to herself and kissed dasha’s shoulder as she held her. She still did not like being humiliated but somehow it wasn’t so bad. The freedom she felt cumming like that for them hid the shame she thought would resurface..