She looked around. “Where are we? What happened?” Then she looked down. “What happened to my shirt? Vice? WHY AM I TIED UP?”She was indeed tie... up. He’d dragged her to a tree at the edge of the beach, sat her against it, and then tied her hands behind her, around the tree. He’d also removed her crew shirt, exposing her pretty C-cup tits. Her blonde hair fell in pretty disarray across her face.“You haven’t asked, ‘why am I wearing a collar?’” said Vice.She paused. “Why am I wearing a collar?”. “Over there. That boat that’s nosed into the bank. I do believe I’m seeing a public display of affection. Here! Use the camera!” She pushed it over to my reach. I scanned a bit. The telephoto lens has a narrow field of view, but I found the boat. Yes, she was correct. Guy laid back against the seat of his boat, a bikini-clad girl’s head bobbing in his lap.“My, my, my...”She was shaking her head.“You probably can’t see anything from a normal boat. We’re up here. We get a view those people don’t. There was a wooden bench piled with cushions. She sat, looking at him. He knelt, kissed her again, travelling from mouth to nipple to belly to grin. He began to attend to her. In a serious fashion. Slowly, deliberately, listening to her and responding or teasing as appropriate.Now he stood, and rugged down his swimming trunks. She couldn’t help a slight feeling of disappointment at his size. Everything about him was the ultimate in sexuality and she had been imagining something of seven or. "As Rick slowly worked on unwrapping Eve he asked her if there wasanything else she could remember. Eve thought a moment and then said, "Ithought I could hear some banging when I woke up but it must have beenhours ago. Until you showed up I haven't heard a thing." Just then,Marci showed up at the door and seeing Eve in the throes of being unboundscreamed and ran to her. Marci's piercing cry seemed to be echoed by afaint knocking sound.With an admonition from Rick for everyone to stand still.