.. Miss...” came the whispered answer. “Don’t know?” Rosalie’s eyebrows went up. “Well, whatever you suppose, young lady, let me tell you ...hat, if you display any of those characteristics here, you’ll find yourself across my desk, with your knickers down, in no time at all! Understand?” “Yer... esss... Miss...” “Have you ever been strapped, Julia? or caned?” came the crisp question. “Yes... yes... Miss...” Rosalie shook her head. “Wrong answer,” she said. “N-No... Miss,” corrected Julia, the. Without even lifting up her head, she said sure. As I walked towards her to hand the beer, I couldn't help but stare between her legs. And I felt my cock tenting in my soaking wet trunks. She lifted her head and gave me a smile as I handed her the drink. Then she glanced down at my crotch, smirked to herself, and took a big sip. I tossed a few drinks to the people still floating in the water, and decided to stay on the boat and see what else may happen. I sat myself opposite her, and pretended. We sat there, me holding him, for a good ten minutes in silence. Then he spoke again. “Can I ask a question?” he said, looking up at me and pulling back. “Of course man.” I said, rubbing his back.He thought a moment. “I feel like…I mean I dunno…you ever…like…think about stuff?”I nodded, lost but trying to follow. “What kind of stuff?” I asked. “I mean I do think dude, I’m not dead!” I laughed, elbowing him gently.He smiled, “No like…I mean I know I talk about it a lot and I don’t wanna sound. I pulled her long, lean body to mine and she draped her body over mine with one arm over my chest.I felt that arm pull as she hugged herself close molding her body to mine. I had one arm under her and had it coming around to hold her at her hip. My other arm was holding her higher. She was pressing her chest into mine with two points that were burning holes in my chest. The bedside lamp was on and we were looking into each other's eyes."Laura Watson, you are gorgeous! You are a vision of.