She was the one on duty and took her job seriously.The fireworks were fun and the sounds of the other boats around us, the parties and the good cheer ...ust added to the experience. None of us got drunk but we were feeling no pain as we crashed for the night, locking everything up tight since the perimeter sensors could only dial it down to five yards and the other boaters were almost certain to stumble in that close as they left. Still, we set it and went to bed, hoping for few wakeup. They were glistening and shimmering with the viscous essence of my lust. Slowly, she moved her fingers to my lips and began to smear my liquid lust liberally over my lips, coating them, before pressing her two fingers into the warmth of my mouth and finding my tongue. I felt myself beginning to suckle gently on her fingers, tasting myself on them, and moaning softly. Within seconds all I could smell and taste was the overpowering scent of my sex. “Now go and take those papers to my secretary. ... relax and enjoy .... you will love this even more in a moment". i feel more gel being poured on and straight into me and all I could do was grab the other end of the overly large coffee table and moan and moan in pleasure.I feel a greater pressure easing my rosebud open even more with him encouraging me to relax and and just allow the pleasure to consume me. Shortly I feel his whole hand slip inside me filling me so full and stroking across my prostate that I know I would have cum hard if. He climbed onto the stagecoach and looked inside, directly into the slightly worried face of a young women. She had long blonde hair and from her dress she looked quite wealthy."Who do we have here?" he asked with a questioning overtone. Her eyes weren't glowing at all. He opened the door of the stagecoach. "May I ask the young lady to step outside?" he said with a commanding overtone.She hesitated for a moment, then she gave in and climbed out of the stagecoach. He smiled, the Midgardian women.