I followed her up the stairs, past rooms where the sounds of passion resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng doors, along filthy stained corridors of creaking floorboards and up again to smaller meaner rooms. My member already stiffened strained at her touch. Some do. “But you were bluffing, the nerve on your neck” he stammered. My wench squeezed my balls. Her legs and arms wrapped around one lucky chap upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member forced deep into her backside. “How would you like to put your thingy up between my boobies and shoot cream all over me?” she taunted. “I expect they will change ends next,” my wench said, “Shall I suckle your member to make you nice and stiff ready for when she’s free?”
“Ah, no I thank you,” I said sincerely for my sap was already fully risen.
