‘Try to relax,’ he repeated in a deep whisper, ‘and for goodness sake don’t forget to count!’ ‘Move away, Master Hans!’ commanded the ol... man. Reluctantly, Hans obeyed. The Grand Inquisitor flexed his arms, and changed his stance. He stood, feet apart, gazing in Emma’s direction, idly waving the long whip in front of him. Suddenly, his arm swept backwards, and then rapidly forwards again. The long black leather snake ripped through the air, and cracked as it wrapped itself around Emma’s soft. "You really like this, don't you?'"Marsha gets up and faces him. Her palms are on his chest to steady her from the boat's motion."You know I am really turned on. Playing with me is one thing, but I'm still not sure about the fucking."Kurt places his hands lightly on her hips. "I understand. I am not going to pressure you. It's been great so far. You are really losing your inhibitions."Just then a motorboat passes close by, rocking the sailboat in its wake. Marsha stumbles onto Kurt's chest. Her. I wanted to protest but it felt too good to complain. I lifted on leg and set it on the rim of the shower. I gasp as a second finger was added to the first. Moaned when a third entered as well. I groaned when Liz stepped to the side, reached around, and wrapped tiny hand around my rigid cock and slowly slid her fist up and down. My body responded with a moan every time she moved her hands. I was rocking in time with her manipulations of my body. I felt my body involuntarily pushing back on. ..The club is dark and not too busy. It is a little strange seeing men and women half naked walking around. However I'm sure, I'll get used to it. I find a table by the stage and take a seat. I need a drink to take the nervousness down a little. Thankfully, the waitress quickly greets me and before I know it, there's a large bowl of margiritas in front of me. I've watched a few people on stage, but I'm really interested in this muscular Latino man walking around with a cowboy hat. I walked.