She certainly was adverse to doing things for him. Anconsidering we went from on top of her and tired, to lying on his back with his head pillowed and a pleasent view of her tits as she spooned up against him, he couldn't really voice much complaint. He was even beginning to relax and drifting closer to that rift of sleep, but then her words caught up with him.

"Your pirate?" He questioned, opening his eyes again to peer down at the crown of her head. "What do you mean, 'your pirate'?"