" she continued to whine, while tears ran down her cheek."I'll explain everything to you, but first you clean my dick. Now get going, slave, don't mak... me hurt you!" he snapped at her again.She looked at him in astonishment. Was this really that same shy, friendly man who always made small talk with her in the supermarket? He was so different now. Quietly she stepped off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, all docile now, as she did not want to get beaten up by him."Where do you think you. We have an understanding now and we’re going to use each other, it’s not poetic but it is beautiful.Your first sample of me, your first touch, well I’m easily excitable at the best of times but I’ve been building this up in my head for a while now, and I gasp instantly at the realisation of your fingertips on my face. Simple isn’t it, well it is, you’re checking me out, this time with touch instead of your eyes although they are here too and they watch the changes in my face, as it shows you. .. you know the right people,” she said with a giggle. “I told Charles what we needed and our reason, and as I said, he said the license could be obtained through the person I talked to at the sporting goods store — for the appropriate incentive. We agreed on the amount, and I gave it to him.“As I mentioned, we are to pick up our permits when we shop for our equipment.”When Phillip frowned, she hastened to tell him that Charles insisted that the permits would be legitimate and issued by the. “I told you we make a good team,” I said to her as we rowed the dinghy back to the clubhouse. “That was hard work, though; my arms and back is aching!”“Me too!” she exclaimed. “Maybe after the barbecue we can give each other a nice massage?”“I’m in,” I said.After the barbecue, where prizes for the day’s event were announced, we returned to the boat. The sun was starting to set over West Head, and Lori suggested we head back to her place, before it got too dark. We timed things well; it was.