" Doesn't matter, you're disqualified." Huh?" When the examiner checked your boat he wrote down the engine hours." What does that matter?"Sailboat rac... ... not motorboat race. As soon as you started your engine you disqualified yourself."Up top, Grace hollered from the masthead, "Unless you were getting out of the way of a Laker or a Saltie."Her voice, filtered down through the dense fog, had a ghostly muffled echo to it."I know what a Laker is, what's a Saltie?" Ocean going vessel ... about. Danni, not anxious to be more immobilised than she already was, tried to wriggle away but Andrea was soon beside her. "This will help," she said, threading the rope around her arms and tying it across and between Danni's tits. She used a further length to jerk Danni's elbows close together behind her back, forcing a squeal from behind the girl's gag and another to fix her knees together. She finished of her efforts by tying Danni's ankles to her wrists and then extending the same rope around. “About six months ago he broke up with his boyfriend of five years. He hasn’t been in a relationship since, and he’s lonely. He wants you to role play as his boyfriend for the weekend.”That really was unusual. Just in the male spectrum, I’ve been rented by everything from men who wanted to spend the weekend watching me fuck their wives (personally, I’ve never understood that but there you go), to those who tied me over a bench in the garage and completely ignored me other than for fucking me in. Amber beat him to the punch this time. The maitre d’ spotted her immediately as she came through the door and moved to intercept before she could enter the dining room. It was quite apparent she was in the wrong place. Richard could see Amber brace for what was coming. This scene had become part of her everyday life in recent years, having been thrown out of several places of business, not just restaurants. As the maitre d’ was about to confront Amber by blocking her path, Richard spoke,.