I felt like Mr. Little James was ready for another steamy action.We were out staying naked for a long time. We felt like there is a good chance we mig...t get caught by someone if we continue to stay naked. So I suggested James to wear the clothes and continue our action back in our camping tent.We quickly wore our clothes and moved back to our camping tent. Luckily, no one caught us in that awkward situation!As soon as we entered the tent, James started the action. He pushed me down, came top of. A small peck at first, but followed by a deep passionate embrace. Knowing we had smooth sailing ahead, I took off my windbreaker and smiled at her, letting her know I knew all along she took hers off too soon. We held each other the rest of the way to our island.I pulled into the cove, furled the jib and dropped the mainsail & anchor and looked at Kellie. She was dry now, but her hair was a mess from her earlier soak, and yet, she was so beautiful sitting there."What?" I'm sorry, I didn't mean. Then she put a fresh chemise on me, and a sleeping corset. The shorter corset gave me the support that this body needed. I felt better immediately. She helped me on with a heavy nightgown before asking me to sit down. When I did, she removed my shoes and stockings. She asked me if I wanted my slippers on, and I said yes since I was not going to go to bed immediately. From start to finish, it had taken about 30 minutes.I thanked her as she left, and I waited for a few minutes, and then went to. Once there, she is used and abused by the Satan's Servants, a motorcycle club that uses the Boar's Head as their clubhouse. (M+/F, nc, rp, anal, tor, gb)***Author Note: After a prolonged absence I have decided to return. I had stop writing due to failure of some readers to respect the exclusivity of Kristen' Archives. My work is copyrighted and is published here with my permission. If you remember me, search for my other stories under my name, Mercyslayer. Please do not copy and post to other.