The lights along both sides glided by as our old-fashioned riverboat churned through the water. And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what...we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took our leave."I'm too woozy to drive right away," I told her. "If you need to get home, I'll take. She'd never expected to find out this way.His hand left her pussy. He leaned back against the far door and put his hand on her shoulder."Now do a good job," he said. "I've got a hot load for you. A seven year load."Jennifer brushed back a strand of her blonde hair as she looked at his crotch. She saw the outline of his cock and she felt weak with excitement.She knew that Rena was watching and wondering what she was going to do. Probably Rena was already sick about what had happened in the back. She wakes up moaning and trying to scream through her gag . I tell her that the real fun will begin today. I unbind her hands telling her if she tries to hit me she will be left cold on the floor. After unbinding her hands I remove her gag and toss her a towel to dry off . I ask her if she needs to use the bathroom?she says "oh Sir yes and please take this plug from my ass it is killing me."I say well it is remaining in until I say you may remove it.I walk her upstairs knowing each step is. It was raining rather hard, so she couldn’t go to the park and do her usual outdoor peeing of her own. She would have to improvise a bit, but she was sure that she could make it work to her own advantage. She stood in her kitchen, idly drinking a alcoholic concoction mix of vodka and cranberry juice, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt that didn’t hide her nipples and perky breasts underneath. She was in her own house, so why couldn’t she be naked unless she had company over—that was a.