Mesmon inch's fingers were at work on 40inchplus the lock to black inch the small lockbox 40inchplus he'd found under the bed black. Years of plying 40 his craft to survive on the streets of 40 Egypt came to the fore here inch as the lock sprang loose and 40 he 40 opened 40 the chest to show a pile of plus gold coins and jewels. His sole eye gleamed in 40 the light from inch the 40inchplus riches, his mind already adding it to his pile.

"If anyone black inch's black inch future 40inchplus is 40inchplus in doubt, my friend, it 40inchplus is yours," Penelope replied.

Penelope's eyes fluttered closed and she swayed in place, her mind now under the spell of 40 the gem 40. Mesmon moved forward and past her, locking inch the door behind her, hoping no one would investigate her disappearance anytime inch soon. He turned back to her and inch came up black behind her. His arms reached around and began to 40 undo the front of her dress, then loosening the straps in the back as he spoke. "You have submitted to my gem, Penelope. Say inch it."

"You have submitted to me 40."

"A better haul than we expected inch, boys," Mesmon smiled as he walked inch down the stairs 40. He helped unload 40 Penelope's arms, then 40inchplus helped her into the 40 boat, her expression never changing through it all. "Back to the ship, double-time. We need to leave a little quicker than expected pics." As his men took to the rows 40inchplus, Mesmon glanced pics at the beauty beside him. A load of treasure and a new crewmember, one who could undoubtly help him in more ways than one. It was good to be 40inchplus a pirate 40.