Then she took my hand and walked me to the end of the dock. The water was just up to the underside of her breasts, her magnificent breasts. She pushed...me back against one of the posts, grabbed onto the deck with one hand, and then she wrapped her legs around me. She held my cock in her other hand and slipped her warm pussy down onto it. When her other hand got a good grip on my dock she started to fuck me. She did all of the work and it was quite different than bouncing around in bed or even on. Every subsequent stroke evoked an exclamation from me. It seemed that she whipped harder as the caning progressed, and by the time she stopped and my bottom was well striated I was squirming uncontrollably."Very good, my slut. Now bind him."Nancy bond my wrists together and had me stand with my arms above my head, whereupon she bound my hands above me with a rope threaded through a sturdy ring in the ceiling. Kristy came over to me and stood to my side, facing the same direction as I. While. Gerry, Gerald Hanlon the flight engineer, took the stick and got us home, he got a gong for it. (As usual Charley was reticent about his own DSO and bar and omitted to speak of his part in flying the damaged bomber home). You don’t plan for the future when death is so close. And to some extent the old pre-war morality had gone out of the window. London was glowing on VE day people had been out partying all night long. I had drunk until I was sick and then begun all over again. If I recall. Parsons, a time that was all about caring, without even the hint of any sexual overtones to it. Brenda, since I'd known her, had taught me that my caring for her was more important than my needing to have sex with her. I liked sex, preferred it over masturbation by a lot, but I had recently learned that it wasn't important enough to me to justify my going against my own principles. The principles I already had, and those I was still needing to develop. I had started to work on changing my way.