<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/zx5ojk.jpg)</div><br/>Bel laughed again. She seemed to be rather jovial for a pirate. Deceptively so. "I seem to remember me beatin' you without breakin' a sweat, lass." She grinned, squeezing the base of the woman's fat cock. "Not tae worry, though. If'n you can make me break a sweat in bed, I'll let ye go." The pirate shifts, sliding onto the bed, straddling Miya's waist, her thick, throbbing shaft resting against the pirate's smooth thigh. Leaning forward, Bel's ample bosom sits right in front of Miya's face as the pirate captain takes a key and unlocks the chains binding Miya's hands. She leans back again with a grin on her lips.<br/><br/>"There. You've yer hands free now. Perform well an' I'll get the key for the chains bindin' yer legs, and you can go. I am a rather tough judge though, lass." She remarks, tugging down the top of her outfit and exposing her ample, generous breasts. One hand lightly plays across Miya's stomach, the other still grasping the woman's cock, stroking it.