And then it was back to our boat, the same old three way rowing escapade. We were 100 yards from the shore! I had to row 1000 yards to get everybody t... the barbeque and back! Why I had to row was beyond me, but then I didn’t really mind.On the boat, there was the usual pallaver of using the bathroom. I pissed over the side, and then heard an echoing splash on the other side of the boat. “Heh, anything you can do, so can I” said Fred. She stood from crouching over the side, deliberately letting. She fixed her clothes and put her hair in a pony tail. "This so wasn't worth it." She told herself in the mirror. But at least it was over.When she walked out Mr. Morrison was dressed again. He had a glass of whiskey for each of them. "Before you leave, let's talk for a minute about how we are going to behave moving forward."Heather took the drink like a shot then asked for another. They did need to talk about this and she was not looking forward to it.They sat on the couch.Mr. Morrison:. " Justin informed Brent. Brent shrugged and walked over to me. He told me to suck on his cock. But, of course, I said no. I put my head down so he wouldn't have access to my mouth, so he pulled my hair which lifted my head up. "Brent, I thought you loved me!" I said in confusion. "I do love you, but none of this would be happening if you didn't make me wait so long. So stop talking and start sucking, honey." Brent said as he and the other guys laughed. He stuck his 6. My heart was beating fast, my hands were clammy and when the nice man tried to engage me in conversation as he exchanged a key for my entrance fee, the best I could do was stammer unintelligibly. It hadn't helped that the place was located at the end of a dark and lonely alleyway.I did manage to relax a little when I reached the changing room. It was still early evening and I had wondered whether this was the sort of place that wouldn't liven up until late. There was, however, one or two.