“Yes sir,” I quickly replied before running out to our driveway, naked.Part of me hoped that someone would see me but alas there was nobody around...and when I returned with Damien’s bag, he was kissing Jen again and his hands were squeezing her tits.“That’s a good boy,” Jen smiled, “I’m happy that you will follow orders so easily.”We had a few more drinks and chatted for an hour before Damien announced that it was time for him to take Jen to bed. Jen stood up and kissed me, her mouth tasted good. She smiled broadly. "The boss' wife is supposed to be reserved, but his ex wife acts for herself." She stepped back and he entered."Matty has told me so much about you, Jack. She's a wonderful girl." Jack could hardly take his eyes off Stephanie's pubic bone pressing out from the black material. "Yeah, she's a cute gal." "Much more than that, Jack." She reached to his stomach and unbuttoned his sport coat. "Let me take your coat off. You'll be a lot more comfortable." He shrugged his shoulders. Names are of course changed to protect the not-so-innocent.First, a little background–I was a naive, nineteen-year-old girl from the state of Washington attending a small, private liberal arts college in Canada. Like many college girls I bit off more than I can chew, and I was certainly feeling the pressure about a month into my second year.Even though it was Canada, and the exchange rate was great, being an international student at such a small school was expensive, like way more than even I. "I want you," I whispered hoarsely. "I need you inside me."He pressed his hard crotch against my mound, cupping my buttocks with both hands."Let's go inside," he said breathlessly."Sure you don't want to go for a swim first," I teased him.He laughed nervously. "Are you kidding?"The boat house had a finished lounge area with a kitchenette, bathroom and most important a surprisingly comfortable set of lounge chairs looking out the windows to the darkened lake. The only sounds inside was our.