They didn't speak for a long time.They finished their meal and skipped dessert. They walked around the Venetian, holding hands while working off dinne...."Let's take a gondola ride," Marissa said.They headed back to the Grand Canal and found a gondolier bringing his boat in. There was no line. Another couple got out. He saw Alan and Marissa standing there."Care for a ride?" he asked in a fairly good faux-Italian accent.Alan helped her in the boat. They sat down in the plush seats. Marissa sat. "Giddy up," she cried, "Giddy up."I reached around her waist, sliding my hands up to take the weight of her breasts. I grasped a tit in each hand, squeezing them gently, pinching her nipples, tugging those outwards. "Stop it," she chided me gently, "your Dad could turn around any time."I pulled my hands away, reached down and slid both of them under her skirt, out of sight, over her hips and onto her the front of her thighs. I pulled them back toward me, letting my fingers push down in between. He lighted the candles over the bar and said ?Now stay put or the wax shall burn your tender skin? he then brought a ball gag and gagged her in ?Just to prevent you from disturbing mistress’s sleep? it was not over by any means as he continued with a double dildo ?This stuff here is an auto timer vibrator, this will vibrate for 15 minutes every half an hour, so that you will have 15 minutes of ecstasy followed by 15 minutes of pain? then with a grin he pushed them both into her two holes.. . get him warm!" became my mantra that Alexi then picked up. She continuously repeated the phrase and I used it to fight off my own fog. It was as if I needed to hear the words so I wouldn't forget my mission.Slapping my hands together, I tried to make my fingers work again. Everything on me had started freezing up. So I quickly peeled off my wet gloves, then my jacket and tucked them above me in the seat belts out of the way. I needed to be able to maneuver and my wet jacket wasn't helping.