Yvette’s hands cupped his heavy balls, gently kneading them, enjoying their weight and virility. She looked up into John’s eyes, enjoying the look...of pure lust contorting his face, almost as much as she enjoyed the taste and feel of his rampaging cock between her lips. Her tongue felt the flutter at the base of his cock as his crest began to rise. His strokes grew quicker and shorter. Gently but insistently, Yvette pulled John’s hands away from her head. She swept her lips from him, gasping. The boat had hit the municipal dock pilings and tore a small hole in the aluminum. The owners abandoned it in sinking condition, totally unaware that the foam blocks under the seats would keep it afloat even completely full of water.The motor was a 'summerfolk fuckup' ... dropped over the side at the bait house boat-ramp when the owner had a 'better idea' and more money than sense. Rather than hire a diver to retrieve the loss, he had bought a brand new motor from the bait house display. David. All in good time.”“Are you planning on keeping me?” asked an astonished Faith.“I have faith,” smiled Jane. “And I intend to keep her for a bit. We’ll play this game a little longer.”“Aunt Jane! How could you?”Jane was facing a dilemma. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith’s mother, could be severely damaged, if not severed. In the worst case, her daughters would end up in prison. She can smell the must, sweat and fear that is in this room. She can hear faint screams, rattling chains, and the crack of leather on skin. She knows she is the sole captive in this room, but how many others are there. She can feel the cold wet air swirling in the room. She can even taste the stench as it wafts into her gagged mouth. The feeling of terror and fear now clouds all these senses as several voices are muttering behind her in the close background. She hears the clicks and snaps of.