..”While trying to stay upright in the boat they took it in turns to drop their shorts. She looked down at the cocks in front of her and sized them ...p. Both about the same size but one a little thicker than the other. Her head was spinning now, should she stay and have a bit of fun or run….“Wank for me, you watched me so now my turn.” They took their rods in their hands and stroked back and forth. The boat rocked again and they nearly went over. Mel looked down the dock and a little way along. ‘You know where I keep everything. I just have to finish these proofs for a client.’ I could tell every time Greta pulled out a different dress. She oh-my-God-ed so many times that I thought she was going to come. She ran out each time with a different dress and asked me the story behind it. ‘What was he doing to you in the fitting room when you tried this on?’ ‘Where did he take you out in this dress?’ ‘Did he fuck you before, during or after you went out in this dress?’ ‘Haven’t I already. Still shaking I rang the doorbell. Miss Linda answered with an evil grin on her face. She told me to pick up my boy clothes. As I bent over she said, “Oh my, we can’t have my sissy showing off boys underwear. Take them off right now.”Oh no! This was too much. I could not take off my underwear here in public. I balked a minute and she slapped me hard across the face. I immediately took them off. “There, that’s much better,” she said. “Now present me with your clothes and beg me to please throw. ”I answered, “Well, I guess I’ll say ‘hut-hut’ unless my mouth is being use or covered at the moment, and I’ll tap you three times wherever I can, if I can’t talk.”She looked pleased that I was willing to try it, and she said, “This is going to be so much fun, and it’s interesting that you’re falling back on your old quarterback days, with that hut-hut safe word. You can go ahead and lay spread eagle on the bed while I figure out these cuffs and attach the ropes. And don’t forget to call me.