Paul went up another floor. The apple was still where it was.What the fuck! This just didn't make sense.And how was Beatrice?Paul wandered into the be...room where Beatrice was lying on the bed. She was now in quite a state. She was flinging herself from side to side and her perspiration was soaking the sheets. Her eyes had an oddly unfocused look."Shall I get you some tea?" Paul asked, not knowing what else to suggest.Beatrice gazed at Paul with a slightly desperate expression. "Water," she said. I think the quiet and the total darkness of the forward cabin just felt good. I didn't even hear the water lapping against the side of the boat. What time is it?" she asked as she was looking around the anchorage we were in."It's a little after nine. There is coffee and fruit if you would like. I have more than enough so please help yourself. I'm sorry but I'm not big on breakfast and don't usually have more than that even when I am home." That's okay," she said. "I like fruit in the morning.. But you seem to be under the misapprehension that I have a purpose for being here, apart from asking, as politely as possible, that she cease and desist, so that my mother can put the phone back on the hook. Because the voice mail messages make my mother cry. And I don't like to see her cry. "I would advise you of another misapprehension. In the view of my escort, Mr. Saul, the customer is always right. As far as Mr. Saul is concerned, you are not his customer. I am his customer. . You’re a dirty cock hungry whore aren’t you?” He said as he pushed back inside me and resumed fucking me.“Yes daddy. I fucking love it! I love cock! I love you fucking me! I AM a dirty cock hungry slut. Harder. Fuck me harder!”The desk rattled as I was fucked hard. Daddy’s thighs slapped against my ass cheeks and my cage knocked against the desk. My clit was pushing and rubbing the cage and I began to feel an orgasm bubbling up inside my tummy. “Yes daddy yes, fuck me, you fuck me sooooo good.”.