I was on edge but resisted allowing myself to cum. From my vantage point on the screen, I could watch Dave's balls contract and knew he was going to u...leash deep inside my wife. As he came, I could hear the sloshing sounds of his thick, frothy cum. My wife was breathing hard and panting as she proclaimed how Dave filled her so thoroughly. Dave was grunting and saying how tight my wife was and how she milked his dick, getting every last drop he had buried in his balls. I was still edging myself,. When she was finished, she gave a little tug on a rope, almost pulling a very weak Jane off her feet. The woman repeated Jane's instructions "You come where I lead and don't say anything or look at them. I don't want you to accidentally insult anyone as we're leaving."Jane was led out of the hut, motivated by strong tugs on the rope that kept her moving. She paused for a second to stare at the dead body of the other prisoner lying beside the entrance to the hut but the sharp tug of the rope. I pulled out and without moving from there I bend down and spit a big wad of saliva on her asshole. She was wondering why I pulled out as she was also quite close to cum again, but she was too busy trying to catch her breath from all that hard work we put into fucking.Before she could realize, I placed my tip on her asshole and held her hips firmly.As I started pushing in, she realized what I was doing and she definitely wasn’t ready for it. She turned and looked at me in bewilderment and she. I then climb back up the side of the yacht. ‘Would you hand me the picnic basket, dear?’ Woman: Biting my lip nervously as I realize that I am going to have to climb down into the tiny skiff, I hear him ask me for the picnic basket and hand it to him. Man: Taking the basket from her, and placing it in the skiff, I notice that she seems a bit nervous. Sensing that she might be afraid of climbing down to it, I climb back up the ladder and I take her in my arms as I say, ‘Don’t be nervous dear..