"I'm Jim."Susan's face went blank. "You're Jim." She's Jim," said Josh with a nod. "I mean, he's Jim. Imean, whatever." He planted a hand on my should...er. "This isyour old boyfriend, Jim." Sure. Right." Susan stared into my eyes for a moment, thenblinked and folded her arms across her chest. "So what'sthe joke? You guys have a camera out there?" It's no joke," I said. "I really am Jim." I thought for asecond. What do people in B movies do in such a situation?"Come on. Ask me something only Jim. Erica asked me to bend over and spread my legs further so Jia could clearly watch her finger working my butt. Jia seemed quite transfixed by it and then Erica pulled her finger out and offered it to Jia. She took it in her mouth and sucked on her finger. Then Erica told her to give me a licking herself, and I felt my ass being spread further and then a tongue flicking around. I let out several loud moans of pleasure as this slim young phillipino girl was rimming my asshole. Fuck, keep that up. . a ... mermaid?" No." She grinned. "I'm a seawitch ... if you want to call it that." What else would you call it?" A Clean water-witch." Clean?" Yup ... that's the reason I didn't change in the harbor ... disgusting filthy water in there." Oh." Can you imagine my gills opening in that ... shit?" She frowned. "My lungs would be full of turds in a second. I need to conjure up a storm and clean it out."The idea of a seawitch who wasn't full of shit boggled his mind.The tow was ... fractious .... ."That's not what Phoebe said to me at the time. As I sat on one of the trunks in the box-room to take off my shoes and socks, she begged me to let her go. While I took off my pants, I spun her some malarkey about how she had encouraged me to rape her by her comments on an essay I had submitted on one of the Bard's longer poems. Shakespeare doesn't get a mention in Slave to a Harsh Mistress. My cock, or rather Bruce's cock, does.I remember that when Phoebe first saw the size of my erection as I.