I opened it up and noticed they were mostly pictures of her and her friends out at bars — almost every picture had her in tight leather pants or ski...ts! She had black leather skirts of different lengths, different colored leather pants, and even a fair amount of leather tops and jackets. I looked at the clock and seeing how it was 11:30, I thought I had plenty of time, so I pulled my cock out of my jeans and begin to jerk myself off thinking of Mrs. Moore in those outfits, imagining being able. “You’re going to feel like a well-fucked slut covered in my cum and not interested in walking for awhile!”Ryan and Matt chased the girls up the stairs. Clouds had been rolling in, and a few raindrops began to hit their bare skin. Ryan lead them up the back stairs to his veranda, and through the French doors to his room as they all shed their swimsuits on the way. He headed into his bathroom and turned on all the heads in his giant shower closet, pulled the bench out to the middle, and motioned. ”“Will you obey me from now on, Cutty?” she said as she grabbed the still softly crying Donna.“Yes, yes, I will Ms. Brendan,” she replied.“At least that you remembered,” Ms. Brendan said, referring to her use of Ms. Brendan at the end of her sentence.“The rules,” Donna thought frantically. “What were the rules?” And she thought back on yesterday and tried to remember them. At the same time she recalled all of her humiliating sex acts, her lust, her cheating. Guilt set in again, but for now. I mean, we’ve only known each other a little over a year now. It’ll be at least another year before we even get engaged. What would people think if they knew we were living together? What would my mother say? They all think we were ... well ... you know.”O’Rourke was genuinely surprised at the Captain’s admission. He wondered if he was misinterpreting it. Since the Captain had brought it up, it seemed only fair to inquire.“I take it then that you and Wrangler have never ... what I mean is that.