I turned to leave again when the blonde woman that had been talking to me earlier stepped in front of me. "Matt, I am Sam's wife, Sandy. Listen to Pat...i. It is a simple misunderstanding. Sam isn't Patti's lover! I can promise you that!" she guaranteed. Doubt was beginning to creep into my mind. I didn't know if I should feel good because Patti may not have been cheating, or really bad because I may have been a real ass. My weakening resolve must have shown. Patti moved up to me and put her arm. She still wore the suspender belt and black stocking and he growled in approval.He stepped forward and pressed his body against her. With her stretched in her restraints their hips aligned and his hard cock pressed against her wet pussy. He stroked his fingers down her neck and over her shoulder down to her breast. He squeezed the soft skin in his large hand and she gasped. Her skin was still hot from his earlier beating but his hand soothed the red welts, he flexed his hips against her and ran. I lookedup the internet and made a short list of 3 places to check out over thenext few days.When I got home that evening I went out of my way to avoid Avril - mybeautiful daughter Nichola came to greet me when I got home - she lookedabsolutely stunning - dressed like a schoolgirl or a teacher's wet dreamshe was in a short plaid skirt with knee high socks and a tight blousetied off just below her breasts with no bra showing acres of bare flesh- just to put the icing on the cake she wore "Come. We could keep them on board, away from prying eyes, but eventually someone would leak our names and location, and then the same people who hired the killers to run over the sailboat would come and do the same to us.To protect our boat against becoming a sitting duck for our enemies we pointed the yacht north and headed for Scotland. Fiona and Nan were understandably frightened to remain near where the four of them were very nearly murdered. In the back of my mind I thought that Castle.