But rather than opening the sliding glass door, he instead peaked through the small crack that I had just moved away from and pretended to be totally ...ngrossed in my phone conversation, and then I heard the distinct sound of the sliding door being locked. When I went back to the small opening, Santos was already on his way back across the room. At this point, I thought about pounding on the door, but then felt that watching him check her out was actually a big turn on for me, so I would let him. They kissed passionately, and both women began to grind their pussys on each other's leg.I climbed on to the bed next to the writhing pair, Elaine was on top and her lovely arse was just begging to be kissed. I parted the cheeks of her slowly moving bum and inserted my tongue in to her crack, running the tip down to her arsehole. She stiffened and moaned as I worked my tongue in to the tight hole. I was keen to reacquaint myself with the taste of her sweet fanny, but I didn't want to neglect. That would not do. She had to make sure that the only way out was by means of the scissors. She reached with her fingers, got hold of the free end of the zip strap and yanked hard on it, to make sure she could not chicken out. She heard the clicks but she did not feel the wrist tie tighten. Instead, it was the strangling chain that got shortened by a few more centimetres. It made the triplet of ties running over the front of her throat dig deeper and begin to impair her breathing. Keeping her. Of course, after eleven hours at sea with only sandwiches for lunch, they were all both hungry and tired. Spaghetti Bolognese and garlic bread, washed down with chianti and followed by strawberry cheesecake settled the hunger. An hour in the cockpit listening to the sighing of the wind and the sounds of the bird-calls relaxed the family to the point that the elder Thorntons headed for their cabin. Faint sounds emanating from the skylight left the others in no doubt as to what they were doing.