You curl your left leg around my neck and I kiss the insides of your thighs, tickling you with my stubble. You moan as I inch my way up, tasting your ...lesh through the stockings and enthralled by their silky texture. I reach the soft skin of your upper thighs, creamy and exposed above your nylons, and I suck hard, bruising you. I finally reach your lacy pink panties and I press my nose and mouth against them. They’re soaked through, leaving a dark puddle where your pussy oozes for me. I inhale. I remove the clamps, bringing a mixture of moans of pain and relief as blood returns to them. I give her tit a loving squeeze and she tries her best to shimmy away, straining her neck against the restraints to avoid seeing what's happening to her. I adjust her leg restraints to spread her wider. I admire the engorged that. "Such a beautiful pussy, but your body betrays your mind." I take two fingers and caress her soaking lips, then smearing her slut nectar across her face. This leads to more. “Oh Lord,” Bridget said out loud, “Here comes trouble.”I knew all four of my co-workers very well. They were consummate professionals. They were also all single, two by choice and two by divorce. At work, we had a very amicable relationship and none of us ever dared to cross the line that separated us as professionals.With Bridget’s proclamation still hanging in the air, I replied, “You haven’t seen trouble.”Bridget rolled her eyes. She was one of the divorcees. Roxanne was the other divorcee. The holes in the material were small but just large enough to see some skin underneath. She put on the life jacket and jumped into the water to take her turn on the tube. We took it easy on her at first by running the boat in a straight line and not trying to throw her off. She kept yelling for us to go faster so my buddy turned the boat sharply swinging her out where she caught a wave and took a terrible looking tumble across the water. As we pulled up to her, she told us her bottoms had come.