Then he lifted her into the small boat, sitting her on his lap as the other men clambered aboard. They rowed out to the larger ship, Robbie’s hand never leaving her tit, kneading and squeezing her, his face buried in her neck, licking and kissing her as he held her imprisoned against him. She could feel the rising swell of his erection as he shifted her on his lap. She remembered the man’s words, that she wasn’t to be deflowered, but she knew there were many other things a group of ...