I raised my head to look into her eyes. She had a question. “Sir, could I ask a favour of you. Well, two in fact?” All I could say was, “That ...oung lady depends on what they are.” She stroked her hand up between my legs and then down again. I was surprised to say the least. “Can I leave a bit early please to meet my boyfriend? That is the first favour I ask. The second is, he wants me to masturbate him and well you see the thing is, I have never played that way with a guy before. So, I was. He eased one ‘mitt’ up to the hatch and pushed. Nothing. He was trapped with no way to counteract her weight above him.Tom was comfortable lying on the mat with the image of Jess running through his mind. Had he been able to escape from the mitts, he would have masturbated, but as he couldn’t he just listened to Jess fidgeting around above him. Judging by the moans and the scrapping of the chair on the boards, she was also enjoying his predicament.“Let’s do this when my girlfriends come over. By the time we arrived at the area, the sun was just breaking the horizon. I went out on deck and watched as the captain and the mate prepared the fishing rods. They put small fish on the hooks for bait and lowered the lines into the water. Once the six rods were set, the captain went back up to the flying bridge and we started to troll.It was only about twenty minutes later when the mate shouted, "Fish on," and grabbed one of the rods. He pulled back on the rod sharply several times and then. A woman emerged from a classroom and looked at me. She wore a skirt also, but hers was black and hung to just below her knees. Her blouse was tight, its top three buttons undone. She had short black hair and wore dark rimmed spectacles. I'd never seen a woman wear spectacles before."Are you lost, sweetie? Who are you?" Hello. I'm Tyballa, ma'am."I curtsied. A smile crossed her face, a wide peculiar grin. Her blue eyes glinted."Hello, Tyballa. Are you a new student? And why are you lingering in.