The divorce was nasty, Larry didn't much like alimony or leaving her with something to live on. Vicky was no dummy, but for a lot of years she had bee... pretty much Larry's Wife as a full time occupation. I suppose I might not have coped too well if I were in her situation. My musings were cut short by the front door opening. Somehow I hadn't expected them until after dark, but I had forgotten the time difference and the sun was still shining. "Vicky!" My God, she looks old!"Hiya, sis. Got room. "You are Master's slave. He owns your feet. You will walk in the way of your master!"Yes! I bow before him. I do anything he says. I will fuck, suck, crush, lick, jack-off, spit on any dick or pussy my master commands. I will accept the cum, if master desires it. He is my master and Lord."You are Master's slave. He owns your legs. You will use them as he desires!"Yes! My legs are his. I keep them in shape for him to enjoy. I keep them apart so he may see what he owns."You are Master's slave. He. I pulled out a pair of black speedos and threw them at Dean “These will do you mate.”I didn’t really wait for a response from Dean, I just stripped down and got into my speedos.As I was now naked, except for my speedos, Dean realized that I was dead serious. With that Dean was up and headed to my bathroom to change into those tight, lycra, speedos.When he appeared he was wearing nothing but the black speedos. Dean is a little slimmer than I am so I thought the speedos would be a perfect fit. The boat was relatively empty, their was another couple, and the three members of the crew. We sat across the open boat from the other couple, and made small talk with them. They were friendly, and talked about how they were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. They asked if we were married, had any kids, and a few other questions. We told them that we weren't actually a couple, and how we were on business. I told them I was married, and had two little ones at home. As the boat skidded.