As the movie continued he started rubbing the tops of my thighs. My shorts were doing a really poor job of providing any warmth or coverage. His warms...hands felt amazing on my cold thighs and I sighed in pleasure and snuggled into him further. He stopped rubbing my thighs and rested his hands in my lap. Suddenly he put both his hands around my waist and pulled me closer into him. It was so warm and relaxing in his embrace. I entwined my fingers with his and we continued watching the movie.. I was surprised when in an aftercare session when she had climaxed multiple times after we had an unexpected visitor. That day, while I was tied to the window, we had forgotten to draw the curtains.As I was moaning and begging and panting under all the torture and my master stood there in her sexy lingerie with a whip in her hands, we saw that someone else was there outside the window, watching. It was some random stranger that decided to take the last by lane down the desolate street and was. Which is evident in the fact that your bag is leaking." Candy glanced at Wendell's lap. "Bag?" he questioned, looking downward. A small, wet circle in the center of his crotch was obviously what Candy was referring to. "Oh my. You're such a natural cumsucker, Wendy, I keep forgetting that you're a newcomer. Come with me." Candy grabbed Wendell by the hand and yanked him off the bar stool. She headed toward the back of the restaurant and right through the Men's room door without even slowing. Just not enough to want to be a sailor. In fact, Delia had to excuse herself after over half an hour so she could see to the old lady of the day.At lunch, Gerry was full of the conversation. "I liked that young man," he said, "in fact I asked him what he was doing over Christmas. I thought it might be nice to have his company. But apparently he's already arranged to spend the season with his foster-family. He's got quite a story. Seems those ships changed his life." Really? I've never heard him.