Tears filled Jade’s eyes as she gripped his penis in her hands. She closed her eyes and flicked out with her tongue, tasting him. He was warm and satiny. The hair that sprang from his body was coarse against her soft cheek. How on earth had she ever come to this repast? She wondered as she closed her lips around his engorged head.<br/><br/>His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her in a back and forth motion, splashing water from the tub and wetting her body.  A salty taste lightly became known in her mouth and Jade tried to back away, thinking that perhaps this distasteful job was finished but  his iron grip wouldn’t release her.<br/><br/><br/>Jade braced her hands on the tub, now helpless as he directed what she was doing. She felt like she was as spectator at an unsavory play and had no part in the action herself. She thought of her books at home and the pleasant afternoon walks by the sea. She thought of birds and sunsets. His member was even more engorged and Jade snapped back to reality to wonder how a woman’s body could accommodate such length and girth. Then a thought stabbed her in the stomach. How would her body ever accommodate such an intrusion? He would split her open, she feared.<br/><br/>The pirate’s groan and his breathing alarmed Jade but when he suddenly thrust her from him, she was terrified that she had angered him further. Looking past his throbbing cock, she looked up into eyes that were dark with desire and she shrank back, afraid of what was coming next.