’ ‘No joy, we’re going to climb up a little and see if we can find them.’ ‘Double Deuce, we are—or were—steaming toward their last locat...on but we’re still a good five miles out. We’re stopped and attempting to launch a recovery vessel…ah, stand by.’ ‘Standing by.’ ‘Deuce, we’re not going to be able to launch another boat…seas are too rough. And…wait one.’ ‘Roger.’ ‘Nor does it appear that we’re going to be able to get any closer, we’re going to have to circle out here. Do you have my people in. Then she slowly slipped a finger in my ass. I moaned out loud "Oh God, Yes!" She fingered me deeper, whispering in my ear, "You like me finger fucking your ass?" I told her yes. She fingered me deep for a few minutes and then slipped a second finger in my ass. I moaned again, "fuck my ass". Then Koko took her fingers out of my ass and circled to the front of the table. She till had her kilt on. She asked me if I was ready for the "Special massage now?" I said yes, but was wondering how. Same result. The suspense was killing me and my stomach was in knots. I was torn between wanting to know and not know, but deep down inside, I craved this, it drove me, sometimes consumed my thoughts, and right now I was so keyed up, I could barely think of anything else. As I started to dial her a third time, my phone beeped with a text. It was her, and it simply said, “Wait til you get home, read the email and look at the pictures, then call me when you are done, love you, Karen.” My heart. .. forcing the nipples out of the cutout holes... She asks what I'm doing, and I explain "This is just to make sure we have the right fit, my lady"....That helps reassure her and she starts checking out the fit of the bra in the mirror.....I am standing behind her as she admires the sight of her tits jutting out, nipples poking through the cutout bra.... and my hands run lightly over her ass.... feeling her up... raising her skirt.... running over her silky panties... squeezing her ass.....