Serra felt exposed in a way that went beyond being naked.  This woman, this pirate, was touching her.  She felt her face flushing crimson that reached down to her chest, spreading the red flush between her breasts.  The woman seemed to be praising her flawed and aged body.  But why, she couldn't understand.   Serra had already agreed to do whatever this woman wanted.  Why was she saying these things... why was she touching her body this way?  Most importantly Serra asked herself, why was her body responding?   She could feel her nipples tightening and goose flesh forming as this vile pirate touched her flesh softly.<br/><br/>"I..." she started and then stopped, "I haven't bedded anyone for several years."  She bit her lip, this woman wanted her to be bold, but not prideful?  How could she accomplish what this woman wanted?  Would she throw her over board, throw over her daughter?  "I don't know what you want from me!"  She finally said with only a hint of defiance in her voice.  "I said I'd do whatever you wanted, but you're simply humiliating me, making me strip before you,  taking your liberties with my flesh."<br/><br/>She sighed and her voice softened, "I told you I'd do whatever you wanted as long as you don't hurt my daughter or myself, but I can't read your mind.  Tell me what to do and I shall do it."