The storm had cowed my sister. She'd want to be protectively covered as they rolled with the storm-tossed waves, thrusting against each other, holding...tight as they experienced the clouds and the rain, both literally and metaphorically.My cock lengthened in my trunks. Curiously, the mental image I conjured wasn't James covering and fucking Grace on the V-berth below. It was the kiss Deanna had given Grace to say a temporary goodbye — a lover's kiss.Oh, the images that kiss provoked!I groaned. And I peek over her shoulders to see the amazing shaped melons, as my mouth starts to salivate.I reach around and her body and grab those succulent fruits. She smacks my hands and says, “Massage first, then we will see if you get to touch them again. Now turn around as I take off my black lace thong; you have seen it many times before.” I really have always seen it, but never got the gold prize beneath it. This was going to be more than just a massage, or I wanted it to be, so badly. But with. And fuck my fucking hands hurt so fucking much.And we'll have tonight together in my little cosy room before she has to head to N'town. And she'll be back next Friday. Yeah.But first a nice curry and a lager and a kiss in the rain.Part 3 – The GuyI watched my Little Girl cry out. For the first time in our short relationship I saw her looking really, really scared. Frightened to the point of terror, and in her terrorised state she was crying out, begging for mercy ... but none was to be. My Mistress yells "eyes on me slave, in front of me on your knees and present youself for inspection". As I kneel in front of my Mistress totally naked except for my chastity cages, legs spread, hands on my thighes palms up as my Mistress takes her crop over my body looking for infractions I can hear the two other women whispering and giggling, then my Mistress says something to them in her native tongue and they all laugh, I don't understand what they are saying but I know It is about me and.