I could feel the wetness of my juices seeping from my pussy and soaking my panties as I rubbed. Roger’s cock was now ramming into my mouth sliding ...own my throat as I suck harder relishing the feel of his cock slamming in my mouth, Oh yes I do love a nice hard cock to suck. My fingers are inside my panties sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy. I am fucking myself hard and fast, I can feel the orgasm coming on in the pit of my abdomen. The warmth spreading through my pussy the contractions. I was slightly tipsy from the drinks with lunch, but was pleased with myself as compared to a number of the others on the boat I was remarkably sober. It had been lovely laying in the sun, letting my mind drift. I was missing my boyfriend who I had left back in the UK and I will admit to been have missing attention from him, now ten days into the trip. Anyway, my friends were sleepy and I decided to cool off in the water. I climbed from the boat into what I can only describe as a beautiful warm. You placed it through the stair banisters, and looped it around my bound hands. Then lifted it up, forcing my hands above my head. You kept pulling until I was on my toes, very unstable in my high heels. My eyes pleaded with you. You ignored me.Hands above my head, teetering on my toes, I was so vulnerable. You took the chance to feel me up, your hands roaming all over my body, squeezing here, slapping there, groping elsewhere. It was good fun. For you, anyway. My little maid's skirt was riding. I did some runs on the lute and Desi joined in with a story song she made up about the Bard’s Tale. She didn’t seem to need a set tune and I just kept playing one of the renaissance dance pieces I’d rehearsed. She fit the words to whatever tune I was playing.We got applause and several people wanted to have pictures taken with us before we were moved off the platform and a couple of Hobbits took it over. Nice costumes.“Reactions, responses, and reflections?” Riley asked as we sat at dinner. It.