"Why not go and check?"I could hear the mutter of their voices, but the usual sounds of a sailing-boat under way made it impossible to pick out any wo...ds. They emerged some time later just as I was about to gybe to cross the shipping channel. Hazel was 'dressed' just like Emily. I couldn't help my erection as they crossed the cockpit to enter the saloon, or miss their giggles as they disappeared. I, er, 'regained my composure' shortly after that, but lost it again when they reappeared with mugs. You ask me what's going on, and in response, in one swift motion, I unbuckle your belt, unzip the fly, and lower your trousers to your ankles. I push you, lightly, but you're quite taken aback, and it doesn't take much to make you stumble. You fall back onto my couch, and look up at me, surprised, but not dismayed. I kneel on the floor to remove your shoes and slide your pants over your feet. The subservience of the position is in sharp contrast to the reality of your situation."Would you like. "Well," i said, "If you want to go through with it, I guess i could fuck you up the ass" I grabbed her ass. She pulled down her pants and bend over the desk. Her bare, plump ass stared back at me. I began to lick her backdoor hole. She pulled lotion out of her bag and lubed my dick. I pressed my throbbing hard cock against her hole and pushed it in. As her ass formed around my cock she clenched her hands, crumpling important invoices on the desk."Good CHRIST," she said gasping. I. Oh, it hurt so much, and it felt good to in a weird way. I begged her to take them off and I could see her smile and enjoy the pain that I was in.She just stood there for a while and watched me squirm and beg as I got used to the pain. Then she came close to me again and whispered in my ears, “Do you like it?” I replied, “Yes ma’am”. Every time I complied to her wishes, she got wilder.She took a few more clamps, and I was in disbelief. Where was she going to put them now? She pinched me around.