Upon entering the house, I instruct him to make me a drink while I change. I trudge upstairs, the beginning of a headache forming over my right temple... My outer garments are in the laundry basket when I hear him behind me. Turning, I look quizzically as I see his empty hands. "Drink?" He looks crestfallen. "Tonic water wasn't on the list. I shall walk to the corner shop and buy some now." He starts to turn. The words are out of my mouth before I realise it. "Oh, fuck me." It is an off the cuff. She grinned, kicking her shoes off into the footwell, and clambering over the awkward seat into his arms. She kissed him lightly, pulling up her skirt as she straddled him in the narrow single bunk, Big, capable, rough working hands ran over her back, checking out her shape, resting on the leather clad backside. Sitting back on her heals she shed the waistcoat as his eager hands unbuttoned her shirt, she could feel his stiffness even through the heavy trousers, he was a fair size and rampant.. God, he was so sexy! I just loved feeling his heat against mine, our bodies together.I heard a small chuckle as his own roaming hands found my bare panties. “You got a head start on me, I see.”“I’ve been thinking about you alllllll day,” I replied, nuzzling up to his neck, kissing it. He shaved at night—he said it made it smoother than in the morning—and the scent of his aftershave was almost overpowering in how it aroused me. My hands dipped under the hem of his shirt and began rubbing his. He had noted the look on her face, almost a loook of wanting, well she would want more later, she was a slut and sluts needed servicing. He saw she had finished her wine, he took her glass and drained the rest of his. He stood up and put the glassses on the desk. He pulled out a chain from a drwaer and turned back to. Fatening the chain to the handcuffs he pulled her to her feet admiring her firm breasts. He couldnt resist he tweeked her nipples. Seeing the shocked look on her face he pinched.