It's fucking HUGE and it's not even hard! I've only done this a couple other times...heyyy!!" And I knew that Sir had grabbed my Dad's hair and was ...ubbing his face on that amazing black cock. A few minutes went by with no new words, but the obvious sounds of sucking and kissing and even some gagging showed that my Dad was trying to, or being forced to, service my master's cock. "Damn bitch, you don't do NOTHING for me. You sure you trying to get me off?" was Sir Kullen's taunt to my father.. He said no but I told him that I could teach him how to. Then without pulling my pants up I lied again on the bench and told him what to do. He couldnt say no because: first I was older than him and like a big brother, secondly it was so natural and he couldnt be ashamed of seeing the cock of a sport mate. Then I am extraordinarily lucky with guys at his age, I know how to deal with them well. I saw him smiling as he was massaging because I had a full erection. I said if it was okay for me to. Every few minutes or so, one of the lines contacted the mast ... there was an infinitesimal 'ting'. She pointed at the water ... it was slapping against the bow ... the wake gurgled. A gull flew over head ... it screeched ... she winced... "Racket." Andrea then looked at the crew. They were going about the general day to day cleaning ... a polish soaked rag squeaked as it was wiped against a bit of brass. "You've got them wearing hobnailed boots." The crew was in deck-shoes. "Please, David. If. Janet made me wear a dress for the rest of day. I practiced wearing makeup and talking in a feminine voice. I don?t know how I survived that weekend. On several occasions, I almost gave up my ownership of my company and left. But I know that?s what Janet wanted and decided to stick with it no matter what.I thought that weekend was as bad as it got, but soon found out when we arrived back in our town that the worst was still to come. My wife made me go to work dressed as a girl. I meekly.