.." Position?" Carol queried as a thrill ran up her backbone. What had he got in mind?"Yes, position... You are to be strapped firmly across that coff...e table. Tonight I'm taking you from behind, doggy fashion and you ain't getting up until I'm spunkless... "Carol gasped as he led her across to their large low coffee table and made her lie belly down on top of it. Tom spread-eagled her long stocking clad legs and tied them with cord so that each foot was clamped to a leg leaving her wide open. I felt a warm finger slide between my ass cheeks and seek out my hole. It gently rubbed back and forward around the opening and then I felt a finger tip slide slowly into it. I let out a quiet moan as the pleasure made my cock jump and I felt some precum beginning to leak out of it. I moaned again, an earpiece was pulled out of my ear and a voice whispere "don't turn round". My eyelids were still shut and this added intensity to the pleasure I was feeling.An arm reached round and the. "Is The Crown at Atheldiston a real name?" No but it's based on a real pub." He gave her the name of the real one."May I treat you to dinner there tomorrow?" No, Katherine, you can't afford it." Um, Andrew, I wasn't entirely truthful on Sunday. I can afford it. Please. If I can get a table ... Please." Yes please then. Let me know the timings and I'll pick you up. You're on my way this time." Give me ten minutes."She rang back in less than that. "We're on. Eight." OK. I'll pick you up at seven. "Still looks military if we are for a racing yacht," observed Cowboy."There's always a market for a military surplus; no, not at the very top of the racing yacht market but looking beyond that market, and remember we are developing a craft for a space race."Polack joined them and scissored his legs around the rail,"Thought I heard noises. Whats that? Looks sexy."Slow edged in alongside Polack."What's this, male bonding class? No warship looks 'sexy'. That certainly doesn't, it just looks.