This, he realized slowly, was the work of the girl whom Gallance devoured, the girl whose head presumably hung beneath the Captain’s side of the table. What a marvelous contraption this table was! And was the wench whom he tongued, he wondered, performing the same intimate act for his most thoughtful host? Shuddering, he pleasured his wench ever more fiercely, and he squirmed upon his chair as the mouth of the other girl, the slut whose hidden head hung right in his lap, leaned suckingly down and wrapped itself around his entire p***s. Very deliberately that wet mouth moved up and down across his raging flesh, up and down.
“Oh, Captain,” laughed Gallance, raising his head from his cunt-bowl for a moment, “I pray you, tongue that slut of yours for all she can take!” His eyelids fluttered,
