There ismuch discussion about technique and enthusiasm. They also discuss whichof us would make a prettier 'wench.' They vote, and I win by alandsli...de. The other lad's teeth were terrible, apparently. I feelterrible for him, but I don't want to be killed. The runner up has acannonball shackled to his cock and balls and is picked up and casuallytossed over the side. The man tied to the mast isn't quite dead, but he'stossed as well. "We have a winner, boys meet our new serving wench andcum. I didn’t consult you, and I won’t make you put it in your food budget. I don’t plan to do this often enough to make a dent.”“Still, it was sweet of you.” And it had been sweet of him.“Then let me be completely sweet,” he said, starting to wash the dishes without her participation. That was going too far, but she wasn’t about to complain that night.She was rested, though, and she did some housework while George went back to his typing. She headed for bed earlier than usual, still a little. We know you likethis. Are you a sissy?" she asked firmly. I nodded, terrified. "Do youwant to wear this?" she asked, nodding toward the dress.With a knot in my throat I nodded again, and the girls, laughing andcheering, leaped to action. The thong, one remaining shred of mydignity, was ripped off, quickly replaced by white nickers with hot pinkfrills, which were a bit tight, but at least hid my raging erection,completely ignored by the girls. White waist corset with garters waswrapped around my. I usually liked to be watched, but after the last night, I felt uncomfortable and bared now, so I quickly returned to the house.I was still not hungry and immediately went to the bathroom to prepare for Sasha. I wanted to please him and he should not be able to resist me. I wish he would embrace me immediately. I wanted to feel his closeness and feel his body.I took a long shower and washed my butt hole and scabbard. The scratches on my labia did not burn anymore. Together with a little lather.