A room of her own

The Captain got a private room that she sometimes stays in when she goes to this Inn. It had scented candles. A spot of tea was ready for her there.

“My customers won’t be here for a while,” the captain said.

“What you want me to do now?” Henry asked.

The Captain pulled her bottoms down casually, revealing her pussy. She then had him take her boots off. Henry knew her enough that she didn’t need to ask what to do next. Soon she was sipping her tea as Henry's tongue went back and forth in her pussy. She loved the way his tongue twisted in and out of her and his soft lips sucked on her clit.

“Right there boy,” she said. “Mmmmm.”

She laid back and took another sip of her tea.

“Good almost there yessss.”

She came moaning. Her legs clenched around his face as she came. She bit her lips grinding his face into her cunt. Despite the intense climax, not a hair was on of place on her. She put her feet up for him to massage them.

“There will be a woman meeting me. She has a shipment of paintings that can be sold across the sea. The deal must be quick and smooth because she got these goods by questionable means. She may try to rob me. So I need you to keep a lookout outside and make sure she comes alone and no one sneaks through the door. Do you understand me?”

“Yes my Captain.”

“Good massage the toe, that’s it.”