He reaches down and runs his palms over my nipples then grabbing my tits hard as he kisses my neck. “Let’s see just how ready you are.” A moan e...capes my lips as his hand travels down my body, stopping on the inside of my thigh. He slides one finger over my clit before running his finger across my pussy lips, spreading them open. He is pleased at how wet I am. Sliding his finger in and whispering in my hear the one word I needed to hear so badly, I cum and squirt hard covering his hand. “Very. Heaven knows the rest of us have already run out of ammunition,” said Nathan.”“Okay, Daddy, I’ll tell him,” said Selena.Well, I liked the boy, and I did have an ulterior motive in agreeing to see him. I wanted to have him relay my apology to Selena and to the woman too if it came to that. I really had lost it the last time we talked, almost a week gone.I saw him come in. The Drover wasn’t too busy: I saw that as being useful at the least of it. I still liked The Drover, they had the best. At the point of attack, there where the tormented spine could but with difficulty ward off the repeated attacks made upon it, there, on the region specially chosen for the rod, it seemed to me as if my flesh was being torn up by the very roots by red-hot pincers, and the same on the back and thighs. My whole frame was twisting, struggling and contracting, in a sort of unnatural turmoil; the lower part of my body was dreadfully shaken by these terrible cutting strokes, my knees knocked so. .. disappointment, perhaps, sadness, maybe – and what else?The minibus carrying the party from the Birmingham inner-city youth-club arrived at the dock-side just before five-thirty. Ten assorted young people, several larger than Tom, with a man and woman in charge of them clambered out with kit-bags, holdalls, rucksacks and sleeping bags in stuff-bags. Tom met them at the gang-plank; the man was in the lead."Good afternoon, sir," he said. "I'm Tom Carmichael, Third Hand. The Skipper and Mate.