She bent down and kissed me, letting me taste myself. I breathed deeply. She smelled like peaches and oranges, and like sex. Intoxicated, I pulled her...close, losing myself in her luscious mouth while Greg cradled my head, massaging my temples, my scalp. I only came up for air once, long enough to catch his eye, nodding, my smile inviting."I want you too, please?"We both watched, Trisha and I, while he removed his shirt, then his jeans. He was slender, his pale skin bathed in blue, then green,. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me behaving this way. He didn’t act disappointed because of not going on holiday with his pal. I had told him earlier that I could be both,. Dennis walked from the back and introduced me to the clerk, Keith. Keith was about 30, short (about 5'5") with brown hair, a bit of a gut and a mustache. Dennis is a couple of years older with black hair, a dark complexion and fit. Dennis led me around the counter and opened the door to an office in the back. The first thing I noticed was the large one way mirror looking out over the counter and store. The second was the monitors behind the counter showing the halls in the back. I knew then. If the men had planned it better they could not have tormented me in any worse fashion. To be so hungry and yet so unsatisfied was far more grotesque than the mundane pain. After hours of beating I was released from my cramped and awkward position. My body screamed in agony as the blood began to flow freshly into my neglected limbs. I could not walk for my feet were far too sore. I had to be carried to the men. Once I was stretched out upon the hard wooden deck the men began to attack me..