No denial this time, only passion and pleasure. I kissed, nibbled, and adored her breasts and nipples. Her breathing again became heavy, and rapid. As...if grasping for air, she whimpered and moaned in ecstasy."Oh, Master A, I'm going to....going...!" At that moment I stopped. "Please don't stop", she begged.I grabbed her 4" pink butt plug and brought it to her mouth. "Suck on it, spit on it, get it wet my Slut!" I released the bindings on her legs so that she could present her ass for. "Yes I was drunk, but that was your fault. You should never have let me drink that much. You know I can't handle more than three drinks. You did nothing to stop me now we have this thing to deal with."I said, "What thing is that?" What happened after the party. Here, with Bob." What happened here with Bob after the party? Remember, I wasn't here because you took off and left me at Clancy's with no car keys?" You know what happened. You took those awful pictures." I thought the pictures were. The afternoon sun was quickly slipping away, and I got the boat shut down and hooked up. Mr. Crane had power and water plumbed out to his dock, making my overnight stay even more appealing, since I wouldn't be running on the generator all night.Not wanting to intrude, I lounged around the upper deck of the BETH ANN, waiting to be asked to join the Crane family. Mr. Crane eventually figured it out and came huffing and puffing to tell me to "get my scrawny butt off that boat" and help him grill.. "I'm almost there."After hanging up, the young mom shivered thinking of Mrs. Moffatt, her daughter's perfectly proper troop leader. The ever-smiling Suzanne Moffatt looked like something out of a Betty Crocker commercial, with a beauty-parlor hairdo, starched blouses and sensible shoes. Mrs. Moffatt and the other moms from the troop were overly polite to her, but Abby always felt like these power moms disapproved of her."I'm too young. I'm too blond. I'm divorced. And my tits are too big," Abby.