Somehow I had been unable to hold theoars properly and had, no matter how hard I tried, been completely unableto get the boat to move in the direction...I wanted to and in the end myfather seized the oars from me and gave them to my younger sister who hadgot us to where our father wanted. There had been no reason why myfather could not have rowed the boat and I think that the giving of theoars to my sister had been to belittle me.To me my father always felt like superman next to me and I felt. I noticed too that she had also slipped into a very large and sturdy looking strapon harness just like L's and the rubber phallus swinging from her hips was a b**st. Huge, long, black and veiny. At this point I had forgotten A was moving in with his turgid cock in hand and he had managed to close the distance faster than I thought. My mouth must have been agape from staring at H in all her strapon glory when the wet head of A's cock was thrust into my slightly parted lips. Not too forceably but. Grace slid back down her lover and went back to kissing his balls. His breathing became ragged and as Grace suckled his testicles, he started to clench his buttocks.Grace ran her tongue along his shaft and he moaned."Oh fuck," he squealed as Grace licked the underside of his head. He stretched his leg muscles and sighed.His breathing became frenetic when Grace slid his cock into her mouth and began to impale herself on it, she could deep throat most cocks but she wanted to lavish love on Terry. As he moved to Susan, he handed her four leather cuffs. She saw that they were her wrist and ankle cuffs. He told her to remove her shoes and stockings then to put the cuffs on.Susan took the cuffs from him, then sat on the floor, pulling off her shoes and lifting each leg as she pulled the silk stockings down and slipping them from her feet. With tears forming in her eyes, she then knelt and applied her ankle cuffs, then standing, she buckled the wrist cuffs over her wrists. When she’d.