The truth of the matter is that the evening before, Walt had indeed witnessed us showing off a bit…but not for him (as we hadn’t spotted him watch...ng), but certainly for another couple who we had spotted watching us from another dimly lit balcony across from ours...her standing in front and leaning on the balcony top railing…fully dressed but with her skirt pulled up and legs spread, and him behind giving her a slow rhythmic shafting as they watched us fooling around! To keep them interested,. It worked, my hand sunk in a little more.My hips pushed up against my hand some more and I pushed with my free hand and then it happened, my knuckles curled enough to slip into my pussy. I froze, biting my bottom lip a little. It hurt a little bit but I didn’t want to stop. I was going to finish this. My fingertips were brushing against my cervix, it felt spongy, so much different from when I wasn't pregnant. I curled my fingers a little, trying to make a fist and panicked a little as my hand. “If we don’t move now, you’ll miss the excursion completely.”“Come on,” Jack grinned. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” With that, they jumped into the limousine and header to the harbor. The driver was right. They arrived just as the gangplank to the yacht was being readied for departure. The driver honked the horn, waving at the crewman, who held the gangplank in place. Jack tossed the driver a twenty dollar bill and thanked him for getting them there on time. It was just past noon. They. He got a big bonus when the proposal was put in play and worked out great and then he had the gall to give me a poor evaluation on my yearly performance review. No, Tony was an absolute fuck-wad and I would get him. That is the code of the asshole — "You will get even and you will make it hurt!"Tony knew that I would lie for him and so he watched his back at work. I'll give him credit, he was good and he never gave me an opening, but I was a patient guy and I knew that in time I'd get him.The.