In the street Nikki looked for a cab, butnone were in sight, they never showed up until later inthe night – no one leaves this club this early. ...But,Nikki still needed to pee, real bad, so bad she wasalmost pissing down her legs. She had to findsomeplace soon. She looked around and saw a backalley, it looked quiet so she hurried away down thealley as fast as her dress and stiletto heals wouldallow. After thirty yards the alley came to aright-angle corner then stretched back to the. Real friendly. The headroom isn’t great because the overhead is the cockpit floor. No claustrophobes need apply. And there’s the added attraction of half of the steering gear.We don’t use either of the aft bunks ... except for storage.Checking the charts meant some searching. I had charted a course outside the Reef, rounding Cape York to sail between Horn and Prince of Wales islands ... stopping at Horn for provisions.Then heading westish across the Arafura sea. I had the Arafura in mind. So..." He grinned and let my tits fall. He put his large handsunder my ass and lifted me up onto the table. My legs werepushed apart and a large thumb stroked my clit. I laid back onthe table top and humped my cunt up against the rotating thumb. A mind crippling orgasm had me screaming and gushing hot pussyjuices. I felt this hung stud opening the lips to my fuck box withhis fingers. I lifted my head to watch him aim his black spearat its target. Precum was dripping out of the end. Not really knowing what else to do, she tried lapping at the bud with her tongue; Sarah let out a soft moan of pleasure, as slave tried not to gag on the earthy taste. Sarah grunted, and slave felt the anus expanding as her friend began to defecate. For all she wanted to recoil, slave found the back of her head pressed against the tiled wall ? she had nowhere to go. Fighting all her natural instincts, she closed her eyes tightly, wrinkled her nose, and opened her mouth wide, pressing her lips.