Is there a port of call you hail from now? “ “I call Kemah, Tx home port and I plan on going back there in several weeks, but till then I was plan...ing on just sailing and when we needed supplies to find a safe port and buy what we needed while in port.” I told him as he turned and asked a Mate for some something. The Mate went aboard the cutter and returned with a set of sea charts. The Captain told me the safe ports are marked and to enjoy our travels. He went back to the cutter and left us. Sarah took charge and told me to take my jeans off and sit on the edge of the bed next to her. To be honest, I'm not sure how to describe exactly what I was thinking or feeling at this point, but I meekly did what she told me to, and I sat down next to her, instinctively spreading my legs a little. I was a bit apprehensive, of course, but as soon as the vibrator in her hand touched me, I melted, not caring about anything else at that precise moment. Sarah gently teased the inside of each of my. I filed the card away in my wallet, who knows, may come in handy someday. High above the world, at 30,000 feet, I was on my way home. The business trip had ended with a deal, and I knew I would get the bonus that had been promised to me, if I landed this deal. I had planned to stay overnight, but we had got the deal done by Noon, and I was eager to get home. My airline had been able to switch me from an 11 AM flight the next morning, to the last flight out tonight, I would land at 11:15 PM, and. “You do it slut” I hesitated. What kind of sick fuck was I. I wanted to force my arm into Heather’s cunt even though I knew it would hurt her. I wanted to hurt her. I slid my arm into her gaping cunt. She looked at me with sadness and horror. But I wanted to hurt her – the pleasure it caused me was so incredible. I forced my arm in which wasn’t hard after the large black man and then clenched my fist inside her – I wanted to hurt her so I punched at her insides faster and faster making.