As she finally reached shore, she realized it was too steep for her to pull Steve up!Billy Marsh had stood watching and worrying about the situation, ...ut unsure of what he could do to help. He was a mediocre swimmer, at best. He saw first Steve, and then Gwen fearlessly dive into the icy waters and risk their lives to save another person. He cursed himself for not having the courage that they exhibited so easily. When Steve remained under water for such a long period, Billy began to doubt that. I have new collar for you as well. And a new armbinder to try later.”James grinned, his cock stirring again in response to her lustful demands. “Yes, Mistress.”A long line of styrofoam food caskets were strewn across the coffee table; evidence of a decadent meal. James and his Mistress were lounging on the new leather sofa, relaxing with full bellies. Cereza was stretched out lengthwise, her boots abandoned on the floor. Her feet lay in James’ lap, receiving a firm, soothing massage from her. Scottie laughed and asked, “Damn, can you believe at seventy-eight years old - me, being carded?” A good laugh was had by all.The wait for a train going to the far southern end of Manhattan was not long, and the ride to get there was not long. What was long was the wait to get into the museum, which was ridiculous. The mass amount of humanity there was astonishing. Scottie was informed that the wait in line to obtain tickets would be over an hour and the wait in line to get into the museum. Doris was starting to cum off again. She couldn't help it, the excitement and pleasure of being continually sucked and fucked and fingered were too much for her. Her mouth was hanging open and her oriental face was screwed up and her hands were clutching the bed cover as she began to buck her hips up and down. "Oh God, please don't make me...," she sobbed. "Please don't... no, please... please... don't stop, yes, yes!" Her slim body started to shudder, and suddenly she arched her back high off.