Anyway Mandy is a real sex mad slut, and she had distracted said harbour master, when he had approached us on the pontoon thing, asking about a master... certificate, she had stuffed her tits in his line of sight, and introduced me as her master, then took him below deck giving him the same treatment, that seemed to satisfy him and he went off, bemused and bareheaded as we backed away from his “harbour”. So there we were, me wearing a harbourmasters hat at a jaunty angle, her sunbathing topless. ‘Did you believe Mark?’ ‘No. He wasn’t giving me anything.’ I spoke. ‘Mark, she’s telling you what’s off. You want to get something. You want her to sit in your lap, put her arms around your neck and her tongue down your throat.’ ‘And, that’s wrong?’ ‘If you want Joan to love you, it’s wrong.’ ‘I don’t get it.’ ‘If you were to kiss me, why would you do it?’ Joan asked. ‘I love kissing. I’d love to be able to say I kissed you, even to myself.’ ‘What would you be thinking about while I sat in. I am told to put the envelopeinto the mailbox at the end of your driveway, dressed in my French Maid'suniform and high heels. As any will to resist is gone I put it in themailbox I turn to walk back to the house. Before I reach the door, themail truck arrives and takes the envelope. I burn with shame but notnearly as much months later when my pictorial appears in Forced Womanhoodmagazine. By that time my humiliation is complete and I'm now totally stripped ofmy manhood. I've been living and. Make up and cock that is.' Things were spiraling out of control quickly. I wasn't sure what washappening. I knew one thing with absolute certainty, I was going tofollow Sara's lead."Now tell me about the loan."I told her why I needed the money, why I went to my parents, why Ididn't ask her, everything. I was incapable of sugarcoating anything letalone lie to her. I felt naked before my confessor. She asked me allabout my past financial history with my parents. She showed me how thiswas just one.
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