She felt dirty and used, and wicked beyond measure for how much she had revelled in the base fulfilment of her desires. She told it all to Master Edwi..., every torrid bit, because she could never seem to lie to him no matter how she tried, and the one time she’d tried to be secretive and deceitful and clever, it had come to this. Master Edwin was not a man to raise his voice or shout or say cruel words. It was not his way. His reaction was, instead, a closing of his face, a hard set to his jaw. ‘Finish your notes.’ ‘They can wait. Are you sure you’re okay?’ ‘Yes.’ She watched him sit back down and he patted the arm of the chair, holding his arm out. It was his signal for her to come and keep him company while he made his financial notes. She had always adored sitting with him, his arm curled around her ass and slyly rubbing a firm globe. Heart in her throat, she slowly walked over the chair and sat on the edge. His dark-skinned arm wrapped around her, his wide fingers splaying over. That night, anchored in a quiet bay, the boat bobbing gently as a breeze blew through the portholes, Arthur and I made love. We were quickly out of our clothes, and I was somewhat taken aback by his appearance naked. He looked like a boy - rather pale, almost hairless, thin, and without the gleaming muscles of Philippe, and definitely without the small pot-belly and solidness of Pete. His cock was not like Pete's either, being but 2/3rds the size. It was, however, cute and hard. And Art was. The wind had died down ten minutes ago, and in the intensity of observing the town Mark had failed to pay attention to the sky. The yellowish bands were swirling in a great circle above the town.Kiana looked up from her binoculars. "Place has to be deserted, right?"Va'an also looked up from her binoculars. "Why do you say that?" Well, it's well after 10 AM. We've been observing this town for almost an hour now. There's been absolutely no movement. And the storm about to break is going to be.