Sitting back on the bunk she pulled me gently to her and took my cock into her mouth, the towel falling to the floor. I placed a hand on her head and ...aid “Sarah?” She glanced up at me and then out in the direction of the back of the boat where Scott was just getting out of the water. Her mouth went back to my cock, one hand cupping my balls the other around my rapidly stiffening shaft.At that point I knew she did not care and I could sense that she, at that point in time, had no. I could taste the precum pouring out of his cock now. He again said "baby, you're going to make me cum." Yet, to his shock, I kept going. Finally he all but shouted "Michelle, if you keep blowing me like that, you're going to make me cum." I finally let his cock slip out of my mouth. I looked him right in the eye and only said "I know". I then took his cock back into my mouth and began to go faster up and down on him. I looked back at his disbelieving face. I could tell that he was still. Vulnerability and mutual discovery are wonderful parts of human experience. I'm not quite sure what to call it, but Cara does have special rules such as those you've heard about in Cathy and Gerri. Cathy will shift modes if someone can recognize that a stripper just might be as good as algorithmic design as at blowjobs. Gerri will shift modes if a customer reveals himself to be a decent human being. A customer that treats me as smart, sexy, and with respect for other people will get a lot more. Piping hot, too.?Bad boy!? Sreelatha chided me, bringing a laugh from Vera for my schoolboy scolding and a curling of the lip from the housekeeper. The three of them, it seemed, united in their mocking disapproval of my greediness when it came to the housekeeper’s unusual brew.My response, however, consisted of neither mirth nor contempt.At the words ?Bad boy? something stirred in me, rendering me speechless. Unable to move or speak as a great darkness seemed to surge upwards from my feet.