Suddenly, it was lunch time and she didn’t understand. She knew she had seen the clock not twenty minutes ago and it was only just after ten. She fe...t better too. The morning’s fatigue had passed. But that couldn’t be right. At the sandwich shop she did more opening of doors and even smiled at the guy taking her order, who smiled back. ‘Ugh,’ she thought. Back at the office, she knew she’d done well. She started getting the hang of this nice thing. It wasn’t really that hard, just disgusting.. Do you enjoy it “when you’re sexually excited? Do you enjoy having a hard cock?”He went scarlet but nodded.“Do you enjoy seeing the ... us girls in skimpy clothing? Do you like me sitting here in your lap with virtually my entire belly and some underboob in the open for you to ogle? Do you enjoy it when a pretty girl sits in your lap and kisses you and feels your nicely hard cock under her ass?”Perhaps even more scarlet, he managed to nod again.“So do we. So do I. So do the parents. Now, about. My wife chuckled a cold, hateful laugh. My humiliation grew as he destroyed my manhood fucking me like a bitch.“Please stop … please, this killing me,” I begged for mercy.“Shut your fucking mouth bitch!” He pushed his hand into my back harder as I felt his thumb leave my anus. Without missing a beat, his cockhead began to stretch my hole to accommodate his colossal girth. The sharp pain split me as he pressed it inside my shithole.“Oh fucking shit no! Please don’t, Mr., ill do anything! I have. Eventually, anyway. I had instructions from Eric; we needed to be passing Graemsay on the approach to Stromness just before high water, roughly four o'clock, and that was about twelve miles from Scapa Bay. With the wind still in the south-west, we had to sail east of south well out into Scapa Flow before turning west, which meant more like fifteen miles. That was fine; I allowed four hours, of which Grace took the helm for two (separate) hours. It was my 'trick' at the wheel when we were about.