“No, no Lola, this won’t do, you know that. This butt-plug is going in your ass whether you like it or not.”He grabbed a spreader bar from under...the bed and attached cuffs to each of Lola’s ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. “Now you won’t be able to squirm so much, will you?”Lola shook her head and whimpered. Her partner applied lube generously to the butt-plug and approached Lola, reminding her that it would only hurt for a minute. Knowing that the quicker the plug was inserted the sooner. Well in real life it is pretty darn close to that except add to it the sound of fingers on a chalkboard and an internal and external blast of hellfire from embarrassment and shame on your facial cheeks."Hi, Mr. Jeter," a voice chimed from the front of my garage. I dropped the panties from my face and they slipped down along my body to the floor. They fell at rate about a thousand times too slow for my liking. My hand came off my cock and rested on a box in front of me. u*********sly, I caught. "Hi," I said overwhelmed by her amazing body. "Hi, Ray. You like what I"m wearing?" She asked sticking out her chest. "You look nice." I replied as she giggled. She began to get closer to me as my heart pounded. "I see how you look at me, Ray," she began undoing the buttons exposing her bra. She stepped closer and closer until her breasts were against my chest. "And, how you pressed your cock up on my butt when I bent over to pick up my books," she smiled. My heart was leaping out of my chest. " Aye, aye, Skipper!"Grace, eyes sparkling, at the wheel, we left Peterhead harbour and headed east for an hour before turning north-east. The barometer was showing 1030, down a couple of millibars from the previous night, but with the six knots of wind created by our forward progress, I couldn't detect any natural wind. The forecast was 'light airs' and 'cyclonic', meaning what wind there was was extremely variable in direction. If we'd stayed inshore, we could probably have made some progress.