Better than fine. But please, relax, accept what they tell you, and don’t challenge them.’ She paused. She was still speaking softly, still insist...nt, but almost pleading now. ‘Please, promise me.’ Completely confused now, he surrendered. ‘I promise. I will accept what they say, and I won’t cause any trouble. I just want Liz home.’ ‘I know sweetie, and you’ll have her home.’ ‘Is it all right if I ask questions?’ ‘Sure, just as long as they don’t feel you are challenging, or objecting, or. "Do you really think I'm going to give up all my little secrets?"Neither of the other two were listening anyway. They were too busy enjoying their meals to hear."I'm stuffed," Tracy uttered. "Come on, big brother. Help me clean this place up. If I don't move soon, I may never leave this cabin again for the rest of my life!"The two tackled the dishes, pots, and pans, while Celeste took advantage of the reprieve by relaxing on the aft deck. When they were finished in the galley, Brandon and Tracy. There is something careless about this kind of forgetting, something unpardonable, a great guilt. Her husband, her master. His face has the quality of a blurred photograph, yet she remembers his rough hands. His rough, calloused hands on her soft breast. She shudders. Feeling foolish she starts through the alphabet, trying to associate a name with each letter: Albert, Benjamin, Charles, Donald… It feels as if every last cell of her brain was driven into illness. Her lack of memory fills her. Once there is very little friction, I pull my hand free and slap you oily lubed cheek, you let out a load moan drawing the attention of a couple walking. They approach the open side door, seeing what’s happening they watch for a moment as I re lube the plug from earlier and tease it into your quivering snatch as I then tongue fuck, your arsehole. The couple watching, I now realise are either perverts or doggers as she has pulled his dick free and she’s wanking him while the pair watch my now.