"Wait."He waited."Can I come in, please?" Are you sure?" Yes. Please."He opened the door again and she entered. They went to his living room, all brow... leather and dark wood. He turned to face her and she shrank back. It did as much for the blood flow to his groin as the thought of her butt plug."Face the wall," he told her and watched as she obeyed. "Bend over at the waist and put your palms flat against the wall." It was an enticing sight, her body parallel to the floor and her arms. I got up in hopes of saving a part of the sandwich, but as I moved closer to him the boat tipped violently from side to side. So I get wet, big deal. I continued to close the distance. Bits of seaweed and salty water streamed in and surrounded my shoes. He’d gone too far, that was my lunch! I felt my temper quickly building to unimaginable heights. This would be the end of his unfairness. I let my pole drop into the bed of the boat and sat down heavily on the seat before me, pushing some. I pulled out a nice short kilt skirt, white thin top, light pink bra that shows enough through the top, no panty and stockings to keep warm. I pulled on my pink fuck me heels, put on my makeup, grabbed my coat and left. I was wet with anticipation on my drive to the bar. I called Matt to let him know I was on my way. The bar was packed by the time I got there. It was close to 10PM and I made my way through the crowd to the place Matt mentioned he and Art were hanging out. Matt recognized me. ‘Well the hunting must have been a little easier,’ she grinned, ‘as there was one less girl on the island while I was away. I want to state here and now, that I had little time or want of anyone over the whole time that I was there. I lived like a nun in England – so I demand to hear you give a good accounting of yourself in my absence, Cora-leen.’ Cora-leen grinned – just a little – and she told of a few little episodes to which Eden applauded as she heard of each one. ‘Was it really that.