Black.He answered on the third ring. I explained the situation and he informed me that the submarine was already being tracked as a potential smugglin... vehicle. He would call me back with its direction and speed. We had the yacht headed back to Florida. It took us an hour and a half to get back. Mr. Black had informed me that the submarine was headed into the Atlantic and on its current route would be intercepted by a large ship traveling the other direction. It was estimated that they would. Then,my prayers were answered as Michael cleaved my steaming pussy with his throbbing bone. He removed my gag and said, "Tell me how it feels." "I love you fucking me. . .fuck me harder. . .fuck. . ." Ihumped my mound on corner of the couch and met him stroke for stroke.As I rockedharder and got closer to an orgasm, he slapped my ass, a reminder not to cum. "You little whore . . . how does it feel to have both holes filled?Your pussy is so slick... Ican slide in and out all day." Babbling. I’m doomed, trying to pretend in the quiet hall that I didn't hear my name. "Kyla, how are you doing?" Pressing my legs together trying to smother my screaming pussy, thumping her indignation, I turn slowly and plaster my usual smile on my face. "John! I didn't know you were coming into town this week." I lean forward and give him my customary hug and smile. "I thought you were doing the show in Orlando?" My mouth says the right words and I'm sure I look like my normal calm self but I'm. I can feel the warmth and moistness there and I aim to drive you crazy with just teasing you through your thong and tasting your honey dew, all that is you. I massage your breasts and tease your firm nipples as I undo the tie on to your thong and let it slip down to reveal all that is soon to me mine. So warm, inviting and fine. ‘Please Pete, Now! ‘you cry, bending your knees and sitting on my shoulders as I continue to really oral you. I am in your soul as I lap you up like I am out of.