For the second time Shay basked in the exhausted glow of ecstasy and the warmth of a fresh facial of seed. Her ass was still gaping, a hungry mouth asking for more of Roland's cock. Shay's pussy, stretched from Roland's fist, was just now returning to its usual tightness. Panting softly, Shay was too tired to even put on the sultry display of scooping off the cum on her face and letting Roland watch as she licked her finger clean. She contented herself by swallowing down what cum still stuck to her throat. Looking up lazily at Roland, Shay smiled a goofy smirk. She could feel the edge of soreness, only held at bay by pleasure haze. Oh yeah. Walking and sitting tomorrow were going to be adventures in of themselves.<br/><br/>As she regained her energy, Shay would show that she wouldn't mean to have a single drop of Roland's seed go to waste; she licked herself clean once more. "Alas. If I weren't a city girl, I'd ask to come aboard and be your bedwarmer," Shay teased. While she appreciated the sea, Shay could never imagine a life on the waves for herself. "I wouldn't mind meeting your crew at some point," Shay added.<br/><br/>When exhaustion and sleep overtook them, Shay would spend the night with the captain, likely held close within his embrace. Morning would arrive and unless the captain was also an early riser, Shay would be gone before he woke. She would leave him a message, scrawled in her fancy letters and signed under her adopted name. Shay thanked him for a wonderful evening and wished him the best on his travels at sea, should they not encounter each other again. As she made her way to her room on the third floor, Shay felt the soreness really dig into her as she took each step. The night before had definitely been worth it.<br/><br/>There were a couple of things Shay wanted to accomplished that day. The first of which was getting the maid that got mixed up in Shay's shenanigans off the hook with the city watch. After a bath, Shay would get dressed in her street clothes and leave her blue dress in her room. It still smelled of sex and not likely what she needed to be taken seriously. She would chat up a guard before making her way to the constabulary proper; she wanted to find out what had become of the maid so far...especially given the rumors and doubt circulating among the populace.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Diplomacy:  27, 28 if charming is applicable. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63258)