The night came and all went to bed, but I stayed with the mind of a hungry wolf.I thought of Sheela aunty and her body. My cock tented in my shorts, a...s I wore no underpants underneath them, a damp patch formed from my pre-cum, very quickly.It was really getting hard on me. As determined and after checking the time and making sure that everyone is asleep, I went to Sheela aunt’s room. It was not locked and I opened it gently and got inside. My head searched for her. I moved to her bed in the. I didn’t think…’ I stammered. ‘I? Who the hell is this I you talk about? I can’t see anyone here! Maybe I am in the wrong place and I should leave!’ she told me. My arousal was raised quickly and I was turned on just at the thought of having her giving orders to me. ‘This slut is sorry Mistress! Please don’t leave Mistress. This slut was surprised and didn’t react quickly enough. This slut begs Mistress forgiveness!” I begged. ‘We’ll see. Now you, slut, listen to me carefully. You will be. I grab my own and the steel shrieks as we dance with death. She is quick as the cobra and we each draw blood. I admire her body, as it seems to glide through the air, the world seems to slow down as our blades sing in the desert air. She overextends and my blade finds her throat. She goes rigid with the touch of cold steel. One flick and her blood will spray across my tent. I suddenly feel cold steel against my belly. We hold each other’s lives in check. ‘Shall we both die, I pant from the. Caplan, the curate, was leading the service. He was an older man, approaching sixty, who deemed his parishioners his subjects. Thomas on the other hand was used to being treated as a superior by his ship’s chaplain, and the haughty demeanor of the old fool grated on his nerves. The sermon of the day was about ‘accepting one’s station in life and showing the right deference to one’s betters’. That should have meshed well with Royal Navy doctrine, but Caplan gave Mirabel one or two pointy looks.