They were overloaded with heavily tattooed big guys who looked scary to me and to Jake. They came within about 6 yards from us and they were drinking ...learly in violation of rules. Jake and Diane hurried back to the boat. Diane signaled me but I didn't understand that she wants me to throw her bra to her. The guys came close and 3 boarded us before Diane could come up while the others were in their boat loudly mumbling and laughing. There were 7 of them in a smaller boat. They look Greek to me.. Unfortunately for Tulsa, the drugs given the woman made her both extremely horny and incontinent. It seemed to Tulsa that when she wasn't lapping the old woman to orgasm, she was emptying the bedpan and washing shit off her old, wrinkled ass.Of course, her days consisted of more than bedpans and octogenarian pussy. She had her own training to attend, and she was, after all, a sex slave. Just because she couldn't cum (her Mistress hadn't released her from that restriction yet), didn't mean she. We had a candle, and a long green tablecloth, and our cocktails, but we could barely see them or our shadowed faces because of the spotlight on the stage. This time it wasn’t old style jazz but something new and very French, like some of the tracks in her Spotify.We listened, there in the club in the cavern of my mind, not even touching, just sharing the place and moment where sensuality and spirituality intermingle. I didn’t run my fingers down her back. The notes of the music did that for me,. Susan shuddered with delight when she felt Jack’s hands and fingers wash her butt crack then work around to her vaginal opening and pussy lips. Jack quickly gave Susan’s clitoris a tickle with his tongue before soaping it up and giving it a very good wash. Susan was nearly collapsing in the shower with pleasure as Jack’s fingers worked in and around all the folds of flesh between her legs.Jack then moved his hands gently all over Susan’s back and stomach before working all that soap into her.