I had the sail out and we sailed out . We were out a mile according to the GPS and I had to try something that had worked in the past. I took off my ...hirt and said "Marine rules, we are a mile out and this is the topless zone." Penny looked at me and said" Really, is that true?" I said "It really isn't, but I tried." She looked around, there were boats out but none close to us. She removed her top. I offered to help with her bra. I like helping to remove a woman's bra. It gives me a chance to. How fortuitous, He thinks as the young trick nervously straddles His waist. This is going to be easy. The boi has Daddy issues and acts like he’s charging towards something he desperately wants but is conflicted and afraid. It blinds him to the danger ahead. He starts to squirm and tries to crawl off the Man’s lap, uncomfortable perhaps by being in such a submissive and c***d-like position, but a firm slap to the ass has the immediate desired effect on his disposition. The boi, startled. Wanda had accepted the compliment with customary grace and self-deprecation. She had stuck to the bullet pointed notes he had emailed her beforehand scrupulously, with only a few minor deviations, necessary to instil genuine fear and gratitude for mercy, the main one dunking his nuts and balls in a cup of char. Wanda flopped on the bed. The Client was tucked up snugly in one of the guest bedrooms. She knew nothing about him, aside from he was high up in the oil industry and he was loaded. They. He gives me a nod and motions five with his hand. I assume that meant five minutes. I run to the truck I see Amber tied in the back. "Damn it!" he used t he leather cuffs on her this time. She is hogtied again. Her feet are pulled up close to hear wrists. She is struggling. Her feet are whipping around wildly. I look over my shoulder and see Pete heading across the parking lot. I tell Amber how sorry I am that I don't have the right key with me. The door opens. "You don't have the right key.