"Yeah well I hope he gets eaten by a shark, I want nothing more to do with him, and he is no longer my 'would be' husband... he's a nobody, a traitor to his people, and that's all that matters. I don't mean about your attack, I mean the fact he pretends to be something he's not. He puts up this fake 'navy' captain facade, claiming he's a good man and all... when he's not... he's no better than you, no offense, but at least you don't hide who you are. I also doubt if my father knew what kind of man my former betrothed is, that he would have arranged our marriage." She blushed as he complimented her on her being better than the others. "Or we could do this and have a few drinks after... that way we're not concerned about the pub closing around us," she smiled softly. "However, I shall leave the choice to you, kind sir." Though the last part was more of a tongue in cheek, and squirmed softly as he groped her ass. "Of course you know I can't refuse you..."
She squirmed as he laid on her, his light kisses warming her up, especially as he teased her body while he was kissing. She groaned as she could feel her pussy warm to his touch, and before long you could tell she was aroused, between her perky nipples and the fact that her pussy was sopping wet with desire. "Please, Master... please take your slut's sloppy wet pussy, Master..." while part of her still didn't want to be his, she knew there wasn't much of a choice here, and any escape plans meant long running distances, the only way she could succeed would possibly be if he was sound asleep, and she'd learned over their brief time that he was anything but a sound sleeper, waking at the slightest noise. She'd tried one time to go to the restroom in the night, and soon after found him standing at the door watching her. She could have swore she'd been quiet the whole time, too.