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“I don’t think I want to go through with this,” I said softly. “Aren’t you a little late to be backing out?” a familiar voice said from the doorway to the room. Queen Teen stepped into the stateroom and walked over to stand in front of me. She, too, like all of the crewwomen, was now totally naked. She had a beautiful body with full, but pert breasts and a carefully trimmed triangle of tightly-curled black hair between her legs. Her nipples and areola were somehow even darker than her already black skin. “Charlene,” she said carefully, “if you truly want to leave, I will have the tender lowered and take you back to the mainland. If you want to stay, you will always have the right to stop everything and leave with no consequences. All you need do is say your man name three times, “Charles, Charles, Charles,” and I will let you go. “No, my Queen,” I answered, “your slut Charlene desires to stay.” Teen reached out and stroked my chest and said, “Welcome, Charlene. You will be the prime mate in the ceremony tonight.” Had I known what the prime mate was supposed to do, I might have called out my name and gone home right then. No I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have called out my man name because I knew– I felt deep down within me– that I was where I belonged. I was one of The Ice Queen’s royal sluts. We were far enough from land that we could no longer see the lights. But we were evidently still in shallow enough water to drop anchor and stop for awhile. When the six of us were called from our cabin, it was night and we were already riding at anchor. A large, circular bed had been set up in the center of the open deck at the aft of the ship. Teen was standing next to the bed with another woman who amateur looked even bigger and scarier than Teen did. Teen looked at the six of us standing in line and said, blowjob “This is Bubblejuice– at least that’s what it sounded like. She is my mating Mistress at Arms.” Her voice got much harsher and more firm as she said, “You will call her Mistress and obey her every command.” She gestured at the crew standing around watching and said, “All other crewwomen, you will call Ma’am. Is that understood?” This time I knew how to say it and quickly replied, “Yes, my Queen, this humble slut understands.” Teen nodded at Bubblejuice and then lay back public on the bed. Teen had a muscular, but shapely body. Bubblejuice had muscles that jumped up out of her skin with her slightest movement. There was NO fat at all on her body. I was thinking that if I ever fucked her, I would get sucked up inside her and never be found again. I think the other five sluts were thinking the same thing– or maybe something similar, but outdoor less X-rated. In any case, they seemed to be hanging back and cringing as much as I was. We all stood huddled together while Bubblejuice pulled four thick bands of leather out from under the bed. I was still trying to figure out what they were for when she wrapped one of them around Teen’s arm. I could see then that there was a special cuff on the end of the restraint. There was a similar, but slightly bigger cuff on the restraint for Teen’s legs. After attaching all four cuffs, Bubblejuice walked around the bed tightening the restraints until Teen was bound in a very taut X on the bed. Bubblejuice then turned to me voyeur and said, “I am Bubblejuice, the first mate of this floating vessel which has brought us from the Motherland.” She stopped and frowned slightly. Then she said, “You find my name funny, Charlene?” They all followed her outside and Lorraine and I returned our attention to each other. Jerry swung his meat into her even harder and quickened their pace and kept it up and he knew he wouldn’t quit until they both came for the second time. She was giggling like a school girl, "The big ones eat first, so now we have to throw some over here on the other side so the little ones can get some." He was voyeur now glad he decided to take the less busy country road home instead of the highway. “He’s nice. Stupid people die quickly around me, and let me ensure you that people are stupid if they think it is a good idea to charge me with just daggers and shortswords. “I’ll have to think about that one” she said, but she didn’t object when I asked her to lay on the bed with her legs wide open. In Hebrew, Aaron means “Mountain outdoor of Strength,” and I thought, ‘Aaron’s name certainly seems to fit him. “Ooh, that's good. ‘She is so darn, pretty. I replied, then added,"But don't you tell anyone. And then there was Richard. Jerry chuckled. She watched the mower turn around the corner and disappear, so she ran to the other room and watched him meticulously operate the mower in a cutting pattern. She washed her face and applied new make-up then went over to the dining table were Master was sitting. That he was going to have to take it somewhere more private. This concluded the orgy. “I still don’t trust her, but she does already own a significant share in the company after she bought out the other investors.” I also get a playful slap on the back of the head from Jill. Many would condemn them for their unorthodox solution to a very strange situation, but I just felt that they were trying to cope with all of this in the best way they could see and handle. "There you go, now blowjob put your mouth around it." Taking about half the pills out and putting them into a preion pill container, he handed me the baggie filled with half a dozen little white, square-shaped pills. The personal guilt hangs heavy over both of them. She started all over to wildly finger fuck my well-used cunny. Katie and Jax weren't acting like the other girls at school. That she were the one with the penis and testicles. It explains a lot honestly,” she said. amateur They later came into the room arm in arm my wife full of smiles, l could see how eager she was to get Greg’s creamy baby seed inside her public by the way she was ripping at his clothes to get onto the bed. "No I don't; I don't know why but I don't. Her voice whispered in my mind, through the inferno, through the chaos, as clear as a songbird in the dew-soaked dawn after a hurricane.