Peter still vividly remembered looking up at the bold lettering over the entrance arch "I K Brunel – Engineer – 1859" and marvelling at the struct...re. He'd done a school dissertation on Brunel, and the amazing variety of problems that he'd tackled – bridges, tunnels, ships and railway stations, almost all of which were still in use – if you counted the S.S. Great Britain safely restored to Bristol Harbour. Peter hadn't been born in 1970 when the hulk of Brunel's greatest ship was towed back. ” The last word was a sob and he could see tears running down her face. He felt the same way. His eight inch cock was straining against his pants at the thought of fucking her breedable cunt. He pulled down his pants and his eager cock sprang up and out. He positioned himself behind Laura, rubbing the tip against her slit, teasing her. “Mmmm, please, oh please, oh please.” She was moaning and muttering to herself now. She felt Master withdraw and her heart dropped, but he was quickly back. Her bared nipples were hard and pink in tiny areoles. She was sexually excited, eager to mate.ÒUnder the agreement, Ó intoned the smiling auctioneer hired by the multitude of creditors, trying to ignore his painful erection, Òthe winning bidder will adopt her. The papers are ready. She has, according to sworn affidavits, been sexually used fewer than a thousand times in the past three years by only five different men, all certified clean, and she has now has a Mark 8, three-point hymen. He said “Sit up front”. He took off the ropes, started to engine and we were off. As we made our way out to the inlet, I watched him from behind my sunglasses. As I gazed at him I tried to see his crotch but the windshield was in the way. I moved to the other side and through the opening I saw what I was looking for. The breeze blowing over me was making me hot for his cock. I saw that he was slowing down and we were entering a small inlet. He turned off the engine and let the boat drift. He.