I kissed her and she lay back. I kissed my way down her throat, briefly sucking on her nipples. Her hands held my head and she urged me lower. I left ... trail of soft, wet kisses to her navel, and further. I kissed lower, until my lips felt her soft, swollen pussy, and her wet, hard clit. I kissed her clit, my lips brushing against Dave's cock as he humped back into her. She held my head and humped her cunt against my mouth and my kisses became wetter. I sucked her clit between my lips and. She came to get me about 10:15, and we went to the yoga room. The lights were only half on, and there was relaxing music on the CD player. She slipped out of her scrubs, and had a sports bra and spandex shorts on under them. She went through some yoga exercises, and showed me some positions. Next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the floor mats with her tongue down my throat, and my hands under her bra! She whispered in my ear that her niece had told her what happened in the laundry room,. "Kristen, this instruction is for you and no one else. You are my wife. I need you to Behave Wifely, unless I specifically tell you otherwise. This means your happiness means more to me than anyone else's. You will accept the situation we are in, and you will look for ways to enjoy it. You will help me protect this secret, and help me manage our slaves. You will advise me and help me look forward to the upcoming challenges. Where possible, you will work with me to pursue your goals, self. Make no mistake. Eirene is no sailing dinghy, but at 40' long she is definitely a small craft. It was very lumpy and uncomfortable. I've said before, I'm no seaman, and with Jenni back on the wheel at that point, had little to distract me. So I was sick. Very sick. I did, however, need to be alert enough to pilot Jenni up river. The worst only lasted about half an hour, then we were in the river and heading for our mooring, which we reached just after 1800. I stowed the sails, though they'd.