. She burst out, "I sure as hell spent more than some of the night with him! What was I thinking of?"She spent the evening ignoring her husband, danci...g almost every dance with Devon, letting him take all kinds of liberties while they danced. She let him go way past the "getting fresh" stage, and all of it in plain sight of Pete.How couldn't he get the wrong idea? Then I kept slugging down Margaritas! Toward the end of the evening she couldn't even remember what she had been trying to prove to. Do you agree that you are willing to give yourself over to me?? ?For what? What are you going to do?? ?That was a yes or no question.? None of the other Domme?s that I had given myself to had affected me the way she was doing. I felt scared and excited and it felt good. ?Yes, I agree.? I said annoyed that she had got to me. ?Hold out your wrists.? I did and she slipped leather cuffs on them. I heard a click of a lock on each wrist. ?Stand with your legs apart.?. It seems weird but our gay curiously was not about being intimate but rather it was jut about pleasure. We both thought that being gay in a room together without others was…well gay! But that doing gay things while with others to pleasure and be pleasured from was just another level of sexual experience. Intimacy was for of us to share separately with our own wife. We were not at all interested in being intimate only sexual. Bill undid my pants and I worked in his. We stood up together and. I got the Genoa set, and was hoisting the mizzen when Clara appeared, rather dishevelled. Perhaps I should say, ‘delightfully, artlessly tousled’. She’d taken the time to dress for the deck, but hadn’t bothered with a hat and her hair, not long, uncombed, was every which way – presumably just as she’d left her bed. “Grab the wheel,” I told her, “steer a bit to starb’d – to the right.”It wasn’t urgent, but it was nice to get on course before I finished setting the mizzen. Eirene is a ketch, that.