I kept massaging her big toes. And her moans became louder. “What would you do more to my feet Brian. Mmmmm Tell me” She could not lay still anymo...e. All of her body was twitching and her feet curled up. “I wanna smell your nylon feet. They must smell heavenly” “But what if they smell bad” I could see her panties thru her pantyhose because her skirt was crawled over her bum, from the twitching around. “Believe me they won't. Angel feet don't smell bad” She thought for 5 seconds “Go ahead Brian.. ”He went over to her and kissed her. She kissed back.“So are you ready to do what I say?” she asked.“I was just thinking about it, and I thought...I really don't have to...we are alone here, and I am so much bigger than you.” He lifted her up off her chair, his hands fumbling under her dressing gown. “I could do anything...I could be in control.”She smirked. “Well, show me then, I won't fight back...” She was wet, and with triumph, he realized that he could push her down on the floor and use. I suggest heaving to now to take down a reef. What do you think?”“I agree,” she responded immediately, “and there’s a front coming up behind us, so I think shortening sail quite a lot would be good. I’ll take down the reef, if you like, since I’m dressed for it.”I couldn’t argue with the logic, though I would have preferred to do the uncomfortable and rather insecure job myself – some would call it the ‘martyr syndrome’. It’s one of those things like opening a door for a lady, or always walking. 'God, this was one of her wildest fantasies coming true!'With a sudden dryness in her mouth her hands went to the buttons of her dress and she flicked them open. A silence seemed to have descended on the clearing. The African men seemed to have stopped breathing as they watched her with eager hungry eyes.She shivered and kept on unbuttoning her dress, before shrugging it off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet and she stood in bra and panties in front of these men. Her heart was pounding,.