.. it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came runni...g out on deck in their wet gear. "Daddy ... the keel hit something." I know that," I said. "What is another question entirely."What ever it was we were scraping it ... still.Finally ... it stopped.Wendy and the kids went below to check the bilges..."No leaks! The bilge pump hasn't run in days." Maybe it's plugged?"While we were contemplating that. Why do you think the tourists come out to see them? It's an attraction as big around here as the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Our slave teams are an institution that inspires a sense of well being. When folks see the naked field slaves, all working hard with their nipple, ear, nose, and genital rings brightly gleaming in the sun, and the sound and the sparkle of a hundred cock bells swaying from a hundred cocks and ringing in the fields, not only is it a beautiful sight and. I had anticipated the crossdressing party would be me looking like a man but wearing a skirt- not being made to look like a woman - this was a dream comingtrue.Alison had taken something from a bag and turned and handed itto me. She passed me a pretty panty girdle in white satin finishwith a little lace around the legs and waist, a lace overlaypanel to the front and a small flower below the waist band."I can't wear a panty girdle - I thought that I would just bewearing my boxers below a skirt.". She felt his fingers tangle in her hair and knew he already wanted more of her hot little mouth to take his cock. His hips pumped against her as she swayed not allowing him to take her throat, not yet anyway. He stilled his motion and groaned as she slid her lips along the velvet steel of his member and took half into her warm portal.AJ’s pace increased as Gwen gave herself over to the experience of the man given to satisfy her every wish. Deeper he plunged as her breaths became ragged with a.