There I found an overgrown piece of council ground with some sort of spooky single storey building in the middle. At first, I would only go in there f...or a moment then run back to our garden. Gradually I got bolder and would sometimes wander around in the bushes for longer.One day while I was in there, I was kicking around in the rubbish behind a bus shelter that backed onto the piece of land when I saw it. A magazine laying in the damp grass with pictures of people on it. As I looked closer at. I unbuttoned her jeans and got my hand down her pants, gently rubbing her wet vulva. She moaned softly as I stroked her red hot pussy. "Would you like me to kiss you there?" I asked, She merely moaned a throaty "Mm-mmm", which I took as an affirmative. I got her jeans and panties off, laying her back on the table, I sat on the bench and made a meal of her hot, wet vulva. She had probably five orgasms, the last one very intense and noisy. I was afraid her barely stifled screams would attract. He lifted the tassel just before stroking her cleavage and Rachael caught her breath. "Congratulations." His voice was soft and deep, a true bass. He took her hand and slipped a wristband on her - drawing it tight while staring into her eyes. He let her go with a nod that was almost a bow.Rachael quivered, shocked at how quickly her body responded to him. "Oh, you're good." She breathed.Helen put her hands on Rachael's shoulders and steered her inside, "Come find us when you get a break, puppy. Captured, what will be the consequences if the piratesdiscover his true sex? Author's note. This is the second part in the swashbuckling talecalled Corsets and Cutlasses. Thanks so much for the feedback onthe first episode of this story, and many apologies that thissecond episode has been so long coming. I designated that tale 'SIBC', but I have been delighted with thereception that was received - as well as much encouragement tocontinue, the tale even inspired Beverley Taff to write a.