No games. No expectations. No pretending--just two people wanting to pleasure each other with no strings.”“Sounds like we both want the same thing...” I said, suddenly getting turned on by his words and attitude.“The trick is keeping it simple. Not letting it turn into anything more--that’s when it can get messy. But you never know what life has in store for you. Things just happen and you go along for the ride.”I nodded and leaned back in my chair to relax. My skirt was high on my thighs. When I. Since I took care of them and made sure the club could stay open, they felt they were in my debt. Aside from that, I had the feeling they liked me and were happy that someone took care of them and made sure they wouldn’t have to be afraid of authorities. I paused and looked at her, when she squatted down, looking up at me teasingly.She knew all about my kinks, and was only too happy to satisfy them, as she seemed to get a kick out of being treated like a dirty whore and used as a fuck toy. I. So I laughed. “Just making up for interrupting you,” I smiled, “And I’d been wondering if someone else’s spunk would taste the same as my own. Doesn’t, quite.” “Whatever. Just get out of here,” he grumbled, and as I left he kicked the door shut behind me.Things were pretty tense at the dinner table that night, and the women did not have a clue. Ron was beet-red, and hyperventilating. I was pale and shaky. “A little difference of opinion,” I told the women. “We’re still friends. Right, Ronnie?”. . perhaps we ought to get up?"That first day, we took a leisurely sail up towards Ipswich, stopping at Pin Mill on the way back for lunch at the Butt and Oyster, arriving back at the Ledge at tea-time. We played Scrabble, and I lost, coming a poor third. Emily gloated. We had an early night, Hazel matter-of-factly heading for the aft cabin to sleep in my arms again.I slipped out of bed at five-thirty to get the shipping forecast, which could be summed up as 'no change', made coffee and a.