No longer a nubile 20year old her breasts tidy, to him they were perfection, pink areola, surrounded the hard nubs of her nipples, stiff from arousal,...and waiting for the whip, his whip, his symbol of affection. The lacy wisp fell as if by instinct onto the pile of clothing on the chair, his eyes never once leaving her nipples. He bent and kissed the erect nubs, first the left then the right, her hands involuntarily finding his shoulders as her head tilted back to allow him full access. His. His tongue traced the circle of areolae.I took another sip of the red wine (not that I needed to, the responses of the two men to my body was enough of a turn-on without any extra aid). As I sipped the wine I 'accidentally' spilt drops on each breast. The professor licked them off then kissed my nipples again, slowly savouring their hardness.Matt wasn't being left out. When I'd returned the glass he took my hand and placed it in his opened fly around his hard cock. Curiously I felt for the. The girls are all chat on the way home with Ann saying that she thought that it went well. as we dropped Ann off she gave an envelope to Linda saying to open it in the morning. Over breakfast, Linda opened the envelope, there was a bunch of cash inside there was a note from Ann, I hope that you waited until morning to open this, the manager would be very interested to have you back for Saturday and Sunday night this week. There was only one lot of dance tips so Tyrine got a few of the other. I'm of two minds on boat ownership. I see too many of them sitting idle all year around. I think if a boat's not being used, it deteriorates. This lovely lady begs to be sailed, as you'll find out today." His affection for the craft was obvious in his voice.And the name? 'Matron of the Sea.' At first it seemed like an odd name. At least it wasn't one of those clichés or trick names seen on so many boats these days. It seemed to be a name of respect and recognition. This was no runway model, it.