In Lake Michigan. A storm came up and we headed for the shore. The waves got heavy and the boat was heaving. People were getting seasick but not me. I...loved it. I loved riding the swells up and down. At the time I didn't appreciate the danger we were in." She looked into his eyes and caressed his face. "That's where I was just now ... riding the waves. Then, I kinda blacked out. I think you overdosed me on endorphins, Thomas."He helped her to her knees. They knelt, facing each other and. I yelled in surprise, rolling onto my back I reached out into the dark. Those same strong pair hands grabbed mine and forced them upward. “Don’t fucking scream” a deep voice said, “I wouldn’t want to scar up that pretty face” it said. How in the hell can you see my face, is what I wanted to scream before a hand went up my sweater, and fondled one of my breasts. I opened my mouth to scream before a wet mouth was forced upon mine. I struggled against the man, my screams muffled by his mouth. His. I was about to stand up to see what was going on when she took hold of my arm and ushered me to sit back down. “It’s ok,” she continued, “He’s just having a little touch of my stockings.” “Who?” I said, looking around her and seeing a distinguished guy of about thirty-five at the table next to us. He was wearing a grey flannel suit and a tie, as though he had just finished work. When I looked at him, he smiled back at me and then swiftly turned his head toward the stripper on stage. “You. His mistress approaches, points to the coffin and smiles as she strokes his erect cock. Is he to be allowed one final orgasm? No. The stool is kicked smartly from under him by his wicked mistress.The women cheer deliriously and buzz at their gaping pussies with vibrators as the man jerks and dances, bound helplessly as the rope bites tighter and tighter about his neck; he snorts furiously as his windpipe is restricted, taking in the heady scent of female arousal, making his cock bolt upright..