? ?Let me go!!!!? Sara screamed, floods of tears running down her cheeks. ?Silence!? Michael took his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it into ...er left nipple. ?AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!? She squealed as the red hot tip burnt into her soft skin. Now Michael took a step back as Sara’s nipple began to turn an even more angry red. He traced from her pussy to her face with the end of the cane, making sure to brush against her singed nipple on the way up. He made sure she looked up into his. That really pissed me off. I had to spend twenty minutes with my favorite dildo that morning just to put myself in a good mood. As I was getting dressed I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good: my 5’5 length was still lean and trim; at 36 my large 42DD tits were still perky, and only need minimal support; my long, naturally blonde hair fell in waves over my shoulders; and my shaved pussy looked awesome. Well, on with the day. I had been putting it off long. But as time went by ( months)... she got more comfortable wearing just panties and bras and t shirts with NO bra on underneath around me and with her husband present as we all got comfortable watching movies, etc.And I started to see more and more of her exposed, In more ways than one... I did not know it at the time, But her husband was not satisfying her in bed enough anymore... Because I am a very well endowed man I caught her looking at me more than once also and smiled every time I. I gotta get back to work. Good luck!"Another adventure begins.Barges, paddlewheel steamer push boats, lighted up expresses, fishing boats, runaway houseboats, speedboats, rumrunners coming up from the hideout stills in farmhouses, police boats, River Guard boats, houses on old barges, old men of all races and colors sitting on old steamboat wharfs fishing and laughing; telling stories and drinking shine. Skinny dipping teenagers, timber rafts, rowboats, cross-river ferries; they were all in our.