“Yes, Captain.”Mom laughed. I dislodged the anchor ... it’s a little one so it was pretty easy. Mom let out the bow rode and I pulled us easily ...ntil the anchor rode was up and down.“Up and down.”‘“Weigh it.”“Clear.” I hand over handed it and eighted the rode in the locker. (eighted: stow the anchor rode in its locker in a figure eight.)I tied off the anchor while it was still under water, I could see it was muddy. The trip over to the club would wash the mud off.Momma bumped the anchor. In part, because the family loathed the spankings and didn’t apply them consistently. Alex worked out that every two hours, a spanking had to be administered to her bare bottom to keep her in her pre-hypnotic state.In the mornings, it was especially tricky for her to even remember she needed to ask for a spanking. She would awaken feeling like her vain, shallow, and mischievous sister Hailey. Alex wanted to wear frosty bras and panties. She was now a rising star on TikTok and was known for her. He started to thrust slowly, taking care that I was always comfortable and not in any pain. Soon enough there wasn't any pain at all and I was thrusting up against him, picking up my legs and putting them over his shoulders, letting him put as much of his hard cock inside of me as possible and I started to pant, wrapping my arms around his neck.After ten minutes of slow, gentle fucking, I felt myself starting to tense up and I got even wetter, my back arching up against him and my legs. I laid out black lace stay ups, short black dress, and I meet her in the lounge, while she getting ready. I Craigslisted a 11" bull named Tyrell, and he shows up in the lounge, he was ripped, like 6'5" and dressed in Armani. I tell him to give it about 30 min, and come over to join us when she looks ready. After another bottle of wine, and giggles, Tyrell comes over to our candle lit table and sits down next to my wife. I tell her this is dessert and he slips his hand along her stocking covered.