”“No, let’s see if they want to go out on the boat.”“Yes, that would fulfill a few fantasies.”Pulling into the spot next to them, I got ou... and asked, “Would you ladies like to go out in the boat and maybe do some skiing?”Judy responded before Pam, “We’d love to.”Steve was in a trance as he followed the girls and carried the cooler down the dock to where the boat was kept.When we were all aboard, I tossed a gym bag into the cabin below deck and said, “Why don’t you girls go below and change. If you DON'T do as you're told... then I'm going to go home and make Michelle come until SHE passes out. Do you understand?" Her response was just moans and writhing. I asked again if she understood, while doing mean, painful things to the nipples I had captured, and she gasped out a yes. I corrected her: "Yes, sir." She groaned, and ground herself against my thigh, and said "yes, sir." I leaned forward and took an earlobe gently in my teeth, and rewarded her with a whispered "good girl". She. "I know how it feels," Mission said giggling.Then next thing I knew, it was 7AM and I had to pee bad. It was all I could do to hold it, while I found the least painful way to get off the make shift sofa bed. I held onto the walls while I found my way to the bathroom. Thank god there was enough ambient light to see Agent Mission on the floor.I was both early, and late enough to begin moving around. That being the case I went straight from the bathroom to the kitchen next door to it. First thing. I usually did okay. Nothing world class or urban legend level but better than average. That night I got a couple of kisses while dancing but no responses to my hints at escalating things to a higher level. I nursed a beer and chatted with one of my fraternity brothers who was also having an off night. We discussed the upcoming chapter elections and our plans for Spring Break. While arguing the merits of Charlie Benz versus Victor Fitzgerald for historian, I saw her walk in. I swear I felt.