As he was walking around in front of me, his cock rigid in the panties and an obvious wet spot from where he was leaking precum, the wheel house door ...uddenly opened, and his wife strolled in. She had on a mini-skirt, high heels, and her hard nipples made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra.I had been stroking my cock, and waiting to see how they would deal with the situation. She knew she was in charge and was going to do what she wanted. She reached over and squeezed his cock through the. I could hear the guy pissing mightily into a urinal. It sounded like a heavy stream, I wondered if he had a big horse cock! Peaking through the space between the door jam and the door, I could only see the back of him. Little short guy. He pissed like a big guy though! When he’d finished, and he didn’t wash his hands, my neighbor dropped down again. He was no longer half hard so I started all over again. I didn’t mind, it was all fun for me. His knob had lost some of its wetness. I gobbed up. Regretfully it was this last one that I at least know now, is feasible and works, because I noticed something happening behind me in a hotel bar one evening that led to drastic changes in my life.I suppose it would be best if I go back to the beginning and explain why I was in the hotel bar that evening, in the first place.Well to be perfectly honest with you, things hadn't been what you'd call completely right between Karen and me for about two months. Oh, up to a point, she was as loving a. "Thanks. I might just do that."Inside, Jacqui unlocked the shackles linking Sarah's ankles and wrists and introduced her to Greta."Where are my clothes?" asked Sarah, who was wearing her issue overall.Jacqui snapped a firm whack across her stomach with the riding crop she 'happened' to be holding."First. I am in charge here and you will call me Madame. I own you. You were there when I bought you."Second. Those are MY clothes. I also bought them and I will decide what you wear."Third. This is a.