Sometime this weekend, we were going to navigate the jetty rocks all the way to the blinking light. Sarah and I retrieved her bags from her car and br...ught them to the room. She took a quick look around and then ushered me out the door while she took a bath and changed. I returned to the bar, and on the way inquired about walking out on the jetty. “People do it all the time,” I was told by the young man at the front desk. “Just be careful. When the rocks are wet they can be very slippery.”. Which she slaps! Isqueal and she laughs, the vibrations transmitting through her body, andshe obviously likes the sensation as she slaps my cock again and again...She's really aroused now, horny, I can smell it, and my tongue and face areslick with her excitement, I can feel the heat of her body increase as shestarts to pump my cock rather than slap it. This makes me tremble, aware ofthe power she has over it, and me, right now...Finally I can feel her closing in on climax, her breathing in. We got to know each other a lot better after that little interlude. I was amazed that a young girl so attractive was in the "game" and lived on the edge of danger 24/7. Dee confided in me that her short stint in the hoosegow made her a lot more humble about the facts of life and the reality of being stunningly attractive to both males and females. Some of the stories she told me about her experiences in the jail were filled with kinky adventures and her adjustment to a more submissive nature in. Her eyes welled up with tears and she blinked them away. Distantly, she could feel Haven starting to reassert itself. It would take a little while, but by the late evening she would be back to being her content self again. She would look forward to it, like an alcoholic looked forward to his next drink.Without another word, she slowly put the car in gear and pulled back out onto the road.Others were not with the ones they had captured when Nyssa left. Yet they knew something had changed. They.