I headed up the path that lead to the back of the old building, its towering glass walls easy to spot in the morning light from anywhere in the park. ...round the back lay a high brick wall which had three sides to make a quiet working spot for the girls, only the one side open to the gaze of an intrepid voyeur. It was difficult to navigate the dense bushes that tangled here, a good place it was indeed I thought but these girls had not thought there was someone like me so intent on doing as I. Those were some things that I cold really get used to. But laying at anchor wasn’t going to make those dreams come true. There were almost forty miles between me and that harbour. With a decent wind, I’d make the trip in three or four hours. After that, it was a matter of waiting; waiting for the tide, waiting for the sounder to map the moorages. And waiting for a certain 28-foot sloop to arrive. My whole day was going to be a case of “hurry up and wait”.A leisurely breakfast filled in some of. A part of her could not believe what she was doing. Another part of her was so turned on; her pussy was literally dripping wet. She knew she would leave a wet spot on the chair when she got up. She continued to play with herself, moaning softly even as the waiter brought their appetizer. She knew that the waiter was aware of what she was doing, but her Master had not told her to stop. So she continued to play with her clit, her awareness of her situation increasing her arousal. Suddenly. The “star” I will call her, started patting the dog and cuddling him. The dog seemed very excited. She opened her robe slightly and he dived into her crotch and she squealed. Real or not my cock twitched. The woman leading the dog unhooked the leash and the “star” removed her robe. She was naked. She turned to kneel down over one of the benches and I gasped. The woman had a tattoo on her left shoulder. Oh fuck, it was my wife. I sat spellbound as I watched the dog mount her and begin fucking.