“Ummm, a Pent - Penthouse magazine p-please.” I managed to stutter to her.A frown briefly touched her face, but without a word she turned, reached...down to a Penthouse magazine in the rack, which was covered in a plastic bag, and handed it to me.“Anything else?” She asked.“No thank, thank you.” I stammered.My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out right there. I paid for my porn, she put the magazine in a paper bag and handed it to me. VICTORY! I was excited beyond. Won't start.Bob watched through the portal as his hunter pushed the ski off the beach and headed straight back to where Bob sat quietly waiting. He let him tie it to the gunnel and heard gurgitation as the ship lent towards his weight. Bob had noticed that the ship hadn't had its bilge pumped out recently so he may have had his mind on something a bit more captivating, a la Bob, just maybe. He knew the Fisherman had been playing on his mind, so the reciprocal probably applied.The Fisherman. As I sat there gulping for air, Randy suddenly wrapped his fingers in my hair, forcing my head around toward him. He shoved his slimy, half-hardened cock down my throat, holding it lodged there as it hardened. I gagged, struggled to breathe, then just turned completely around and grabbed the backs of his legs, pulling him deeper. I felt it grow even harder inside my mouth until it closed off the air flow to my throat – and it was the most exciting thing Id ever felt. I didnt just suck his big. "It was all the sweeter seducing you knowing that at some point it would occur to you that you would become my slave." he laughed "I do love you mother, more than you could ever know, but I also want you as a man wants a woman, a dominant man and a sub woman. Tonight I shall enjoy your company to the full; tomorrow you meet the other club members. For now I want you to suck me off mother, I want you to use that beautiful mouth on my cock." But I've never..." I faltered under his gaze.It was his.