.The next few days were a blur. Things happened so fast. Kay and I were always together. I think the rest of the group thought we were a couple. Were ...e? I loved her company. We laughed a lot, were on the same page most of the time.After sailing on the fourth day, I was burnt. I'd been forgetful and hadn't applied my sunscreen. After dinner, sitting on the deck, Kay ran her fingers softly across my glowing back and told me she had just the thing to take the sting out of my burning skin.She led. It was child’s play for him to force her back against one of the wooden upright beams, to shove her arms behind her and cuff her wrists together around the beam. His hand had gone around her throat, and cold steel bands had snapped shut around her neck. The metal collar was thick, perhaps two inches thick from top to bottom, and when Linda tried to move her head forward she learned that the collar was somehow attached to the pillar behind her. Leaning forward at all made it hard to breathe. . Hoping Emily wouldn’t notice, I moved my fingers a little closer to the base of my cock and kept stroking the shaft without touching the sensitive head, hoping this reduced stimulation would help me last even longer.Although my plan seemed to work, I had not anticipated that, with my hand out of the way, my s!ster would move closer as well. The tip of my cock was now well past her front teeth and extended into the cavity of her mouth.While I still pretended to jack off in her mouth, I noticed. “Fine.” Brad looked around. “Anybody else?”“Don’t toss ‘em in the pool, Asshole!” Sherrie rasped.“Then come get ‘em!” Brad retorted.“Bring ‘em to the edge!”“Why should I?”Sarah heaved herself out of the water; Brad held out a towel, letting it unfold, then drifted it past as Sarah snatched for it. She followed the arm, grabbing the towel, and Brad muttered, “Nice butt.” Sarah glared at him, but was mollified. Celeste managed to get out of the pool without wetting her towel and passed Brad,.