I took her by the hand and pushed her into the shower before stepping in myself. “I am feeling rather dirty myself, so clean wash me, maybe you can...do that right since you can’t seem to be able to cum on your own!” I said and laughed as she glared daggers at me. Grabbing the bar of soap, she began washing my chest and arms. Then she moved in closer and wrapped her arms around my chest and began “washing my back”. As our mouths met, I had no complaints about her technique! Soon my cock was. A pet on all fours in service to her love, her Mistress.It was time.The phallic toy slipped ever so easily in, amazing her.Panting with tongue out.Her ancestral beast calling to her.Driving her lusts as she bent to lap the proxy for her Mistress’s nectar.One lick.An imagined aura of her Mistress’s musk wafting in the air.Two.Her own pussy dribbling. A third.Her humanity shocked and stirred at how she had succumbed to her animalistic nature.It was so much sensory overload.Disbelief swept through. Her final words had puzzled everyone there. She had smiled and held her hand out in front of her, and said, "Okay, Mortimer. I'm ready to go. Show me the way, My Love," and was gone. Mortimer had been her husband's name.They had cuddled up in each others arms and gone to sleep.The next morning, Sharon woke up just an instant before the others, and went into Carol's room. She stirred and opened her eyes, telling Sharon, "Good Morning." and asking if she had slept well. Sharon replied that she. He moved south around the end of the peninsula, and then headed northwest-by-north, towards the private berth near the Bristol Yacht Club.The Sure Shot, Bristol, Rhode Island0930, October 27, 2012The Sure Shot was a ninety-two foot motor yacht that nominally belonged to Thomas Worth, son and heir to the fortune of James Worth. Her fuel tanks were topped off and she was getting ready to make for the safety of the Atlantic. Close to shore was no place for a vessel that could handle the open.