“She certainly always has one of the best tasting pussys I’ve ever smelled, don’t you agree?” The husband struggles harder to no avail. The m...n turns his head back to her moist cunt and sticks his tongue out. Her juices are the sweetest tasting. Licking just the outside of her warm hole he enjoys making her squirm and struggle. As she begins to buck forward he smirks again before taking his tongue deep into her wonderfully tight pussy. His tongue laps over her mound and covers it with saliva. I tried for a moment to ask him what he was intending to do, but as soon as I began to question him, the metal pieces that held my mouth firmly open reminded me that I did not have that power. I wonder if perhaps he'd have been benevolent enough to spare me the gag had I been more considerate about talking too much beforehand. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit loquacious, and I've been known to drone on and on pretty endlessly, especially when I lose my train of thought which happens. "Nice shave," he commented. "Close and smooth. You look like a little girl. What are those bruises on your thighs?"I didn't know what to say but I felt compelled to answer. I finally responded, "We had a party last night and things got out of hand." Yes. I can see that," he said.As he started moving his finger in and out of my very wet pussy he ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I desperately wanted to turn and run from this room. Instead, I did as I was instructed and unbuttoned my blouse and. The morning wind had come up a bit and it promised to be a fine downwind ride to Patmos. Not yesterday’s boisterous sleigh ride. We were under way by 0900 and we’d be in Patmos by one o’clock. Patmos is a historically significant island. St. John wrote the Apocalypse there in a cave. The Knights of St. John built a huge Crusader castle on the highest spot on the island. Patmos is sort of a half-moon shaped island oriented north-south with a number of excellent protected anchorages on the east.