You bend over and tell me that I'm a very bad girl for masterbating. I've been told how bad it is to do. I'm going to be be spanked and punished. I...see that you have no clothes on...I ask where yur clothes are and you tell me don't worry about it. You bend me over to slap my ass and see my butt plug buried deep. you pull it out to see my ass hole wide open. You continue in slapping my ass and slipping a finger deep inside. I tell you to put another finger in me...and fuck my hole. You. ’ ‘It’s you doing this to me,’ I defended myself. ‘Maybe this is not a good idea Chris.’ ‘Don’t you dare!’ That stern voice came back. ‘Anyway, it was like an instant high, or something. I couldn’t help it, I just started to stroke myself, thinking about what we did over there in the bathroom.’ I waited a second to see if she still wanted me to go on, but there was just this long silence. Worried about whether I said too much too early, I asked, ‘Chris?’ All I heard in reply was a deep breath. We talked and drank for a while and then headed back to her boat. We talked some more sitting at the table in the galley until she said we should go to bed. I went into the head, the beer getting the better of my bladder, and when I emerged she had turned down the covers in the forward berth and climbed in, still fully dressed. “You can sleep in your underwear if you’d like,” she told me. I hesitated, then told her I wasn’t wearing any. “That’s alright,” she said. “I don’t mind.” I took off my. 00 am in the morning when I wandered back to our room, carrying my suit in my hands, naked I pushed the key in the door with a shaking hand and opened it, I glanced into the bedroom, Julia was curled around Gerald in a deep sleep, I went into the shower and after a long time on the bidet where I washed the spunk out of me, there is only so much spunk that a vagina can hold and a lot of it had dribbled out of me onto the bed, some had dripped out as I made my way back to the room, then I stood.