M dribbled a wad of spit onto my asshole, and started working the handle in. “Relax and take it like a good little whore,” he ordered. “Yes, s...r” I dutifully replied. Regardless I tensed a bit as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper into my ass. We had played with this tool before (what can I say, we both have very active sexual imaginations), and despite the small indentation at one end, again not unlike a butt plug, I always have this small irrational-or not-fear that the handle will. She told me to wait there and went out saying that she will be back in 10 min.After she left I removed my pant and started masturbating and cummed in her seat.She came back and told me to leave without seeing my cum. The next day she called me to her cabin again and this time she locked the door and asked me whom I was thinking of during masturbation as she saw me masturbating in her cabin and cumming on her chair.I told her that it was some heroine but she did not believe me so, I finally told. Black, no sugar thank you." she replied, studying him briefly before turning back to her companion who said he was fine.'I just bet you are.' he thought, turning away to fetch her order.They waited until he was out of earshot before resuming their introduction."Well Jack what do you think, have I complied with all your instructions? she asked.He casually took a cigarette and lit it before replying with a curt nod."Yes, you've followed them to the letter." he said through a plume of bluish. We took our seats and started gossiping. Meanwhile we ordered for couple of drinks and small eats. With that our conversation stated and topic kept on moving from politics to sports to general social antiques etc etc. After sometime we both moved to the dance floor and begin with slow ball dance. I was holding her by her waist and her hand and gyrating to the tune of music.We were having lots of fun as she was also bit acquainted with the rhythm of the ball dance. Slowly I was increasing.