I do see similarities to that Kurosawa film. For example, these weren't realistic characters, either." They're not supposed to be. They're archetypes.... At least they weren't shouting at each other." So, you didn't like it?" I didn't say that. At least, now I understand the references to it."He kissed her lips. It's just past nine forty-five. We have an hour to kill." Mmm ... What did you have in mind?" I dunno ... I thought, maybe now might be a good time for some nipple therapy -- to keep you. I nearly fell over, of course, as my apparently rather horny wife slurped down on my cock, her mouth practically inhaling me as her nose met my pubic hair. Before I could go too far, though, Lisa rose and bent over the island to present me with a choice of holes. I had been fucking a lot of ass lately, so it was time for some good, old-fashioned twat, and I got busy pronging her sweet slit with my hard prick, pounding her good and hard from behind.As always, Lisa was very wet and slick for me. Taking her aside he said, "You and your little sadist brothel belong directly to me now, Jacqui. I shall insist that Jacqui's Place will have to be merged back into this one, but after the funeral we'll discuss the details of what is to happen next."Jacqui's heart fell; all that work and all the pain she had suffered to get the money to start up, lost at the stroke of an administrative keyboard. Then she realised that he had said she belonged directly to him; he had never asserted his ownership. Webb led us back to the yacht and away we went. About an hour later, Clint came up to the bridge and asked if we wanted a barbecued hamburger or steak. We both looked at him like he was crazy, and then he told us he had some going on the lower aft deck. We just about stampeded down the ladders and passageways to the aft deck. Sure enough, he wasn't kidding. Built right into the deck was a large multi-burner gas barbecue, and grilling on one of the many grates were hamburgers and steaks. We ate.