Message-ID: <42521asstr$1053292207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <003701c31d60$e01256b0$6501a8c0@serena> From: "Shon" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 13:14:00 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Her Cabin Boy" (9/21) F/M, F/F Femdom, Bondage, Humiliation, Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 17:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42521> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman <1st attachment, "HerCabinBoy09.txt" begin> This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. Please don't plunder it for your own pleasure. I wrote this story a few years ago and even though I know I can write better, I think it has a certain charm. This is part of a FINISHED novella that involves a male sub, one eccentric female Captain and a ship full of sexually adventurous women. Yes, it's that kind of story. There's bondage, domination, spanking, oral sex, anal sex, orgies, pirate lingerie and even a little romance. What there isn't any of are pedophilia, nonconsensual sex, and anything involving former food. Big thanks to Souvie and Pami who always had an interest in this story and bugged me to post it. Big thanks to Alexis who told me I could do better. Even bigger thanks to Alicia who thought it was quite good and gave it one last edit. A big thanks to all the Thigh Vs. Thigh fans who let me know that funny erotica had an audience. I hope this story entertains them as much as Amy and Bethany did. I am also currently storing this story at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/ where you can find every part up to now. I happily read any e-mail sent me and even manage to respond promptly. "Her Cabin Boy" Part 9 By Shon Richards The toils of the day before caught up to me when I awoke the next day. My cock was sore from the multiple climaxes but yet I still managed to get an erection from the sight of the Hispanic topless beauty who brought me my breakfast. I smiled as my cock rose to attention in my shorts. A few more days of this and I would be as insatiable as Captain Drake. Since I was too tired to take a shower the night before, I was forced to shower with the ladies in the common showers. I was beginning to recognize some of the crew by their faces, even if I didn't know their names. I recognized a blonde who was on deck yesterday, as well as a curly haired brunette with a star tattoo on her arm. Machiko was there, looking simply glorious under soap and steaming water, but strangely, she didn't give me a second glance. I guess she wasn't that confident that the Captain would accept our masturbation games. For that matter, I wasn't either and I was glad for her discretion. I stared straight ahead trying to ignore the women I showered with. It wasn't easy, no matter how exhausted my cock was. The blonde had the most amazing set of breasts; full, round and sagging just slightly from the weight. She was showering to the right of me, and my eyes wanted to wander over and watch as the water cascaded over her tits. To the left of me, the brunette was lathering shampoo in her hair. Her arms were raised as she worked, tilting her front out as she leaned into the water. While the blonde was buxom and a stunner, the brunette was petite with a tan that shined underneath the water pouring over her body. The tattoo moved up and down as her arms moved, catching my eye whenever I had to turn to watch. Of course, once her tattoo caught my eye, it was impossible not to notice her small tanned breasts and slender neck. Thankfully, Machiko was behind me, or else I would have never finished showering. It was hard enough to focus on cleaning with those two beauties to watch. No one spoke this time so at least I didn't have to endure the ribbing that I did last time. On the other hand, the silence was worse. The girls made no mention of me being there yet sometimes I would catch them looking at me. In fact, both the blonde and the brunette would smile at me if our eyes meet. I must have blushed a dozen times whenever they caught me catching a look at them. I finished before them, despite having arrived last. My cock was at full attention now, throbbing in vain as I rushed to the changing area outside the showers. I heard giggles from the shower, followed by a low talking I couldn't hear over the showers. They had to have been talking about me, and I felt helpless that I couldn't find out what they were talking about. Too self- conscious now to dry myself there, and blushing even more now that the laughing was louder from the showers, I wrapped a towel around me. Quickly I ran through the corridor back to my room. No matter how many times I helped Drake discipline her crew, I still got embarrassed easily by the assessing stares and unspoken laughs. Ten minutes later I was dry and as dressed as my wardrobe would allow. That meant I had a pair of tight, white shorts, and a loose white T-shirt. I felt like a towel boy at a spa. It was a sad statement of my employment when Captain Drake laughed out loud at my clothes when I woke her up. She giggled constantly as I fetched her clothes and as I served her breakfast. Coming from the older, sexy woman, the laughter didn't bother me at all. I was just pleased that I had made those luscious lips smile at me. "Well my little Cabana Boy, you have a lot of work ahead of you today, so you might as well get started," Captain Drake said as she slipped on her long, black boots. When she saw the frown on my face, she added, "Oh don't pout. Tonight will provide more entertainment than you'll know what to do with." I knew she wasn't making false promises. I'd never seen Ashlyn Drake do anything lightly. Although I was curious as to what she had planned, I didn't have any time to speculate. True to her word, my morning was loaded with various tasks. First, I did simple dictation for Drake, writing down her various orders for the day as well as delivering them in person. That kept me busy the first half of the morning. It was quite a workout and to my pleasure, I saw Leigh a few times, but I didn't dare tarry to talk to her. She was the only other person that I felt comfortable around on this ship. After I had delivered Drake's orders, the Captain left me alone in her quarters to clean all of her sex toys and bondage chains. This confirmed to me that she had something planned, as she told me that she would not tolerate any difficulties with her toys tonight. It was huge turn-on to work on checking her vibrators and cleaning her dildoes. Just holding these intimate items got my mind wondering what possible uses they could have tonight. Even cleaning her bondage devices was arousing as I imagined several of the crew that I wouldn't mind seeing here in Drake's bedroom tonight. The only break I had in my day was when lunch arrived. The topless serving girl looked as harried and exhausted as all of them do, complete with spoon marks on her white bikini bottoms. I remembered well the sight of Chef Gibson spanking girls who worked too slowly in her kitchens, and it looked like this girl was an especially slow one today. The serving girl delivered my lunch carefully; the awkward way she walked told me that her ass would take awhile to heal. I thanked her and was careful not to stare too much at the spoon-shaped welt on her breast. I was a bit timid to find out what Gibson had sent me. I had been purposely avoiding all of the senior staff after the events of last night. Captain Drake might have humiliated all of them, one by one, but I was sure none of them would forget that it was my mouth on their pussies that caused each of them to give Drake the opening she needed to ridicule them. First Mate Vogel had already scowled at me this morning, and Dr. Allston simply refused to speak to me when I delivered her message. I was terrified to see what culinary horror Gibson had created to punish me. The culinary horror turned out to be a delight. The platter was loaded with fried chicken, my favorite. Mashed potatoes with milk gravy and homemade biscuits rounded out the lunch, a perfect lunch for a Southern boy like myself. There was even a flower with my meal. Apparently, Chef Gibson didn't take my part in her humiliation the wrong way at all. As I chowed down on the feast, I decided that Chef Gibson was my favorite of the senior crew. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly. Drake popped back in her room just long enough to change her panties and give me fresh orders. She had me scrubbing the huge windows that overlooked the horizon. My heart pounded as I cleaned the windows for I knew that Drake had often said she loved the view of the sea when she was making love. I couldn't wait for night to fall. Captain Drake returned to her cabin right before dinner, a glowing smile on her face. I helped her change into her outfit for the night. She selected a black bikini top with silver studs, which barely held her luscious breasts. Her bikini bottom was black with matching silver studs, and of course, she kept her black thigh boots on. She wore a red sleeveless jacket over her bikini top, leaving it open to expose her cleavage. A tricorner hat was worn rakishly over her falling mass of red hair, and she strapped on her sword belt. She pointed out a heavy chest for me to carry and I followed her out of her bedroom. The chest was extremely heavy and I wondered why it was padlocked. Captain Drake swayed in front of me, her sexy bikini bottom peeking at me from under her jacket. I struggled with the chest as we went to the recreation deck. There was a large group of women waiting in there, and there was excitement in the air as they parted for drake and myself. Drake headed straight for a table where three other women were already sitting in a circle. Drake stood on top of a chair and spoke to her crew. "Welcome everyone to the Pirate Poker Challenge!" Drake yelled and the crowd of women cheered. "As you know, we've been having a poker tournament all day long. Gathered at the table are the three best among you in the game of poker. Tonight, I shall compete against them, in a winner-takes-all contest." "Here are the rules we'll be playing with," Drake continued. "Instead of poker chips, we'll be using actual Gold Doubloons that I minted myself." A hush of awe filled the room. "Each girl will receive twenty doubloons to bet with. If any of them ever goes broke, then she will be bound and given to a random group of you, the spectators. The spectators will draw cards, and the eight highest cards will be allow to make any use they want out of the woman who goes broke. If I win, then the last woman becomes my personal toy for the night. If I lose, then I'll be blindfolded so that you can use me as you wish without worrying about me punishing the hell out of you the next day." The crowd of women laughed nervously. Scanning their faces, I was sure none of them wanted Drake to lose. The crazed heiress was too unpredictable with her temper to risk her keeping her word about not retaliating. "Of course it'll be a quick card game with only twenty doubloons," Drake said. "That's why each woman here, including myself, will be allowed to buy chips by stripping off one article of clothing. The rate is twenty coins per article. Whoever wins gets to keep all of the doubloons won tonight. There's a good sized fortune to be won here, if you have the guts to shed the clothes you need!" Drake climbed down from the chair and opened the chest I had been carrying. A flash of gold light erupted from the chest as it was opened. My jaw dropped at the sight of the large gold coins. They were roughly two inches in diameter and each one sparkled. The image of skull and crossbones had been minted on one side, and the image of a busty mermaid had been imprinted on the other. I couldn't even begin to estimate the immense wealth that was present in the chest. "William, you'll be our banker tonight," Drake said. "You'll stand over here and exchange the gold for our clothes. Close your jaw, boy. You'll catch a seagull like that." With that final admonishment, Drake sat down to the table. I began to dole out the coins, sighing as I felt the weight of each individual gold doubloon. This also gave me the chance to check out her competition up close. Each of these girls had won a tournament against the rest of the crew, and I wondered if maybe Drake hadn't set herself up poorly this time. The woman to Drake's right was introduced as Sidney, and she looked like a shrewd one from the start. She had her black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a pair of glasses perched on her cute nose. Drake must have mentioned this was a stripping game, because Sidney had a white t-shirt that allowed me to notice the red bikini top underneath. Sidney also had a pair of jeans on as well, which marked the first time I had seen anyone with their calves covered. The next woman was more of what I expected from this crew. She was a stacked blonde with long blonde hair that framed a supermodel's face. Her name was Faith, and she had an air of confidence that I hadn't seen except in the pretty girls at college who always shot me down. A bright green bikini top and bottom was all she wore, and it exposed every God-given asset she had. Faith hadn't flinched when Drake explained that stripping was happening tonight. I could only assume that she was either another of the strippers that Drake liked to hire or else very, very good at poker. The last woman at the table was yet another shock on this busy night. It was Machiko! She was dressed in a long sleeved white-buttoned shirt and a pair of tight black pants. She gave no sign that she recognized me still, her dark eyes kept focused on the coins that I gave her. My heart was pounding. I didn't want Drake to think there was anything between me and the Asian beauty. The least suspicion might fuel one of her legendary rages. "Let the game begin!" Drake announced, and so it did. Machiko dealt first, and the crowd became quiet as the cards were dealt. I saw most of the crew there, including the senior staff. First Mate Vogel was scowling in a corner, talking to several women. Second Mate Gonzales was ignoring the game, bouncing a very small though cute girl on her knee. The crowd was too thick to notice any of the other senior crew, though I did spot Leigh. She gave me a hidden wave with her hand, and I sighed and smiled. I finally got to see her, and I was stuck dealing gold coins in a bizarre strip poker game. After three hands of poker the individual styles were easy to pick out. Drake bet quickly and without any hesitation. Machiko bet conservatively, and folded more times than she actually played. Sidney took forever to make her bets, weighing each gold coin before she would wager. Faith played as I expected; fast, furious and with flair. She intimidated the others easily, playing with a style that seemed reckless. I couldn't help but wonder if their card styles would be the same as if they were making love. On the fourth hand, Faith's fearlessness caused her downfall. She had bet heavily since she had a full house, but Sidney wouldn't back down. When Sidney revealed her four of a kind, the entire crowd erupted in a roar. With that one hand, Sidney had bankrupted Faith. The blonde was undaunted. "Here you go, Cabin boy," Faith said as she tossed me her bikini top. I nearly dropped the sweaty top as I watched the glory of her sizable breasts. "It's too bad I only get twenty coins instead of my bra size. I could get double then!" Faith then winked at me as I passed her the coins. Somehow, knowing their size seemed to make them bigger. "I might as well cash in for some chips as well," Drake said. She removed her hat, and made a big show of tossing her head so that her red curls would fall around her face. She also took off her jacket, handing it to me for a total of forty gold coins. Now she just wore her belt and her bikini, a picture of smoldering sexuality. Beer was brought for the poker players, keeping in the pirate theme by being served in mugs. Their card playing hit a new intensity once the drinking started. Drake played hard and bet large with her new surge of wealth. It was odd. She bullied the other players around with her larger cash pile yet all they had to do was cash some clothes to get on her level. Drake wiped the floor with them, bluffing them with her larger bets. Faith quickly cashed in her bikini bottom, revealing a completely shaved pussy before sitting back down. But it was too late for the ill-prepared blonde. After three more hands, she was out of money and couldn't even open. Faith cursed as she stood up, yet the crowd cheered at her loss. First Mate Vogel stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm. She led Faith to a corner where girls were already drawing cards to see who would get her services tonight. I speculated on how likely it was that eight women could agree on how to manage Faith but I assumed they would just take turns. As I watched Faith's ass bounce across the room, I resented the fact that Drake wouldn't let ME have a chance at pulling a card. After Faith's elimination, Sidney caught on to Drake's tactics. "Hold on, Cabin boy, I need to make some coins." She stood up and stripped off her t- shirt, revealing a simple, white lace bra underneath. I could see the pink of her nipples under her bra. Sidney then bent over and mooned the crowd behind her as she removed her jeans. She had on a matching set of white lace panties. When I gave her the coins she earned, she flashed Drake a knowing smile from behind her gold rim glasses. "Wait, I'll strip some as well," Machiko said. She started popping buttons off her shirt, and the crowd began cheering as her pink bra peeked out from her exposing cleavage. Machiko stood up and started wiggling her ass as she finished taking off her shirt. The crowd loved her exhibitionism and I have to admit, the slow way she peeled her pants off had my cock throbbing in my shorts. I wouldn't have expected her to be wearing pink panties and she quickly sat back down to hide the spreading dark wet spot on them. The game resumed, and Machiko and Sidney had a hard time recapturing the lead Drake had made. It was bizarre, I was watching women in their underwear playing serious poker with gold coins and I was more wrapped in the tension of the game than I was turned on. Sometimes when the girls were staring at their cards, I would notice something erotic, like the way Machiko's breasts were so small that they almost slipped out of her bra, or the fact that Sidney's bra was becoming transparent from the way she was sweating. The funny thing was that since all of the players were so intent on the game, they were oblivious to those watching them. It was a weird form of voyeurism as I'm sure they didn't even know I was memorizing their bodies for future fantasies. I wasn't the only one staring. In fact, there was this one blonde who was sitting behind Sidney, and staring intently at her the whole time. The blonde had very short, straight hair and a petite body that looked delicate. The only thing that kept me from thinking she was an underage stowaway was the perfectly adult set of lovely breasts and the curves of her hips. The girl was staring so hard at Sidney that she didn't notice me staring at her. The poker game was a girl watcher's dream. The game reached an incredible level of tension now. Drake was sipping her mug of beer casually, but I knew by the way her brow was furrowed that she was pissed. Machiko's face was as plain as stone, but she kept pulling up the strap of her bra, perhaps feeling that she would be exposed any minute now. Sidney appeared calm at first glance as well, but watching her like I was, I knew the truth of her calm facade. Sidney kept pushing her glasses up on her nose though the glasses never appeared to move an inch. I had bets that Sidney would be the first to crack. I was correct. "Damn, give me another twenty," Sidney snarled. The cerebral brunette reached behind her, and unclasped her lacy bra. All of the women in the room started whistling at the nice set that Sidney revealed. I gladly took her bra and slid her the coins she earned. Sidney's extra money was just enough to keep her afloat, for Drake and Machiko were starting to take turns winning. At one point, Sidney had folded and the other two women started upping the ante to severe levels. Neither of them was nervous, which meant they must both have believed they had an unbeatable hand. Before long they had exhausted their stacks of coins, but Drake was not one to stop when she smelled blood. "Break open the gold Cabin Boy, I'm cashing everything I've got!" Drake announced. The silent crowd broke into a roar of conversation. They couldn't believe Drake was stripping down. I had to admit I was impressed myself, but I was more impressed by how her body compared to everyone else. Standing in a room of young women, Drake's athletic, mature body still managed to outshine them all. From her full breasts adorned with erect nipples, to her long, muscular legs that seemed to stretch forever, Ashlyn was a Goddess compared to the young ladies. I realized it was in her attitude. She stripped like she was teasing, and that confidence just inspired awe from her crew. Even when Drake was in danger of becoming a sex slave, she never showed an ounce of vulnerability. Machiko wasn't just going to give up though. The Asian beauty was obviously nervous, but she stood up anyway and without saying anything, she removed her bra and handed it to me. God, her tits were so cute! They were so small, and could not begin to compare to Drake's busty set, but they had an almost girlish quality. Rude comments about her bra size were easy to hear, and Machiko's blush was spreading from her face and moving down her chest. I was so fascinated by how red the top of her chest was becoming, that I didn't even notice when she handed me her panties. I pushed the coins to her, barely catching a glimpse of her black bush. "All right, we've used the last of our clothes, and the last of our money," Drake said. She didn't have a trace of fear in her voice. I was so proud of my Captain! "Let's see who's going to be walking the plank." Drake revealed her cards, a perfect Royal Flush. The crowd gasped, not believing the great luck that their Captain possessed. Machiko's shoulders dropped, and I felt pity for my masturbation partner. She flipped her cards over, and revealed four sixes. Man, that was an awesome hand, but Drake still had her beat. "Tough sailing, girl," Drake said with a gleam in her eye as she pulled the coins to her. Machiko barely had time to register her loss when Vogel appeared beside her. The First Mate lifted Machiko out of her chair and dragged the dazed girl out of the room. There were cheers in the corner as the crewmembers began the task of pulling cards and seeing who was going to get laid tonight. Once again, I cursed my luck. Machiko was definitely a girl I would like to fuck even if I had to take a turn! Now it was between Drake and Sidney, and the Captain had a shit load of coins to bet. The mood of the crowd became very predatory. They knew Sidney couldn't possibly beat Drake now. Oh, Sidney tried. She folded a lot, and did her best to keep her money from fading away. It's just that Drake had money to bluff with. She quickly eroded Sidney's coins and Drake was smiling the entire time. "Selling my panties for twenty coins just isn't enough," Sidney said, staring at Drake across the table. "I know, but it's all you have to offer, so you might as well strip, my pretty," Drake answered. "I have one other thing you might like," Sidney said. "Amy, come here." The blonde who was watching Sidney jumped, but to my surprise, she stood up and came by Sidney's side. She looked terrified with her hands behind her back and her head cast down. "I want to bet Amy," Sidney said. "I'll bet her against everything you have right now. Drake tilted her head, her eyes appraising Amy. "I could fuck her anytime I wanted," Drake answered. "Why should I give you anything for something I can pillage at will? "Because it's more of a turn-on if you WIN her," Sidney stressed. Curse her, but I knew it was going to work. Drake never backed down, not from an orgy, not from a challenge and certainly not from a dare in front of all of her crew. "It's a bet," Drake said, and the crowd became absolutely silent. "Strip off your panties, and lay out your cards." Sidney did just that. She pulled her panties off, and tossed them at me. When I caught them, they were soaked. I guess the woman was just as turned on by all this competition as Drake was. Sidney then flipped her cards over, revealing two pairs - nines and tens. Drake's smile threatened to split her face. She lazily turned over her cards, one by one. She had three sevens. The crowd began cheering, perhaps relieved that their Captain had won. I don't think they were looking forward to possibly pissing off Drake either. "Since I've won your girlfriend here, I have other plans for you," Drake said to Sidney as the losing girl stood up. "Women, grab her and lay her on the table!" Drake commanded. Instantly, Sidney was nabbed by all of the women around her. She tried to struggle, but she was helpless in the grips of so many women. Sidney was tossed on her back onto the poker table, and mugs and coins went flying. It's a credit to the discipline of the crew that all the coins were picked up and returned to Drake's treasure chest. On each of Sidney's limbs, two girls grabbed her and held her down. Drake ordered them so that Sidney's head was hanging off the table. "Let's remove these glasses," Drake said as she handed the fragile glasses to First Mate Vogel. "Since you had the nerve to challenge me in front of my crew, I think it's only right that you prove your service to me in front of everybody." Drake then grabbed Sidney's nipple and twisted. "Right?" Drake demanded. "Yes Captain!" Sidney answered quickly. Drake didn't release her grip on Sidney's nipple. The lithe Captain moved closer to Sidney's hanging head, and swung her leg over the pinned girl's face. Now Drake's crotch was right above Sidney's face, and I thought I saw a drop fall from Drake's pussy and land on Sidney's chin. Captain Drake then used her other hand to grab Sidney's ponytail. Holding her ponytail, Drake lifted Sidney's mouth to her waiting crotch. The women cheered as Drake rode her fallen opponent's face. Drake was glorious as she stood there, straddling Sidney's face. Her tanned body was sweating from the heat of the crowd, and it glistened in the center of the room. With one hand still twisting Sidney's poor nipple and the other hand tugging at her hair, Drake's torso kept undulating as she shifted her pressure back and forth. Her hips twisted, gyrating her crotch on Sidney's mouth. The wet noises from Sidney's licking were loud enough to be heard, even in this crowded room. "Faster, loser!" Drake snarled. The Captain twisted Sidney's nipple, pulling it up and stretching the poor girl's breast. Sidney's body struggled on the poker table, but the crew held her down tightly. Her legs were spread open, offering a great view of her wet sex and her brown pubic hair. The crew resisted the urge to touch her sex, and by the way Sidney's hips kept buckling, I don't think she would have minded some sort of touch down there. Which is probably precisely why Drake hadn't touched her there. "Faster, little bitch!" Drake ordered. My gorgeous redheaded employer threw her head back as she enjoyed her victory. Now Drake began to struggle, but her fight was to stand while Sidney's mouth burrowed into her wet treasure box. Captain Drake's legs kept buckling, the knees threatening to collapse but her boots managed to stay flat on the ground. She shifted her hand to Sidney's other tit, and inflicted the same level of pinching torture while her other hand wrapped Sidney's ponytail tighter around her fist. I couldn't imagine the level of discomfort Sidney must have been feeling, but still the poor girl kept licking furiously. "Oh, oh, oh FINALLY!" Drake cried out. Her body shuddered, and her back arched beautifully as the orgasm traveled her body. She released her hold on Sidney's hair and mover her hand up her tanned torso, cupping her breast and finally caressing her own neck. It was one of the most sensual things I had ever seen. "That was a good start," Drake said as she climbed off of Sidney's face. "As your Captain, I have an announcement to make. I have won Sidney and her delectable little girlfriend here in a fair contest. I shall take my Captain's share of the winnings to my bedroom, but I'll let my crew enjoy the rest of my prize. Everyone here will enjoy the fair Sidney! No cards, no selection and sure as Hell, no 'eight women only'. This means the share of each crewmember will be smaller than your captain's, but I think you won't mind. Do you mind?" "NO!" the horny ladies cheered. Sheesh, I wished I knew that women could get this slutty when I was in college. More importantly, I wished I knew where to find them. "All of them?" Sidney whined, her brown eyes squinting without her glasses. "But there must be more thirty women here!" "Yes, your jaw will get tired, but maybe if you're lucky they'll let you use your fingers or maybe even give you breaks," Drake said. "It's not my problem. I'll be too busy fucking your little friend here." Then Drake leaned down and pulled hard on Sidney's ponytail, causing the pinned girl to cry out. "Keep that in mind the next time you try to outsmart your Captain! William, carry my prize and let's go enjoy my plunder!" I jumped to my task. The blonde was very light, so I simply tossed her over my shoulder, holding her bare legs with my arms. Drake laughed and took a moment to put on her jacket. As we left, I saw a sexy black girl strip off her panties and assume Drake's old position on Sidney's face. She too, grabbed a handful of Sidney's nipple and began giving commands. I wondered if Sidney's ordeal would be any better than whatever Drake had in mind for her friend. To be continued, <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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