And then both men started laughing as they swam around the still, morning water. ‘Who are Hell are you?’ the man asked when he finally caught his ...reath. ‘Customs and Immigration, Captain. May I see your passport, sir!’ Both men started laughing again, and everyone gathered ashore thought the scene was almost comical — yet somehow quite normal. Another launch from the harbormaster’s office puttered out into the harbor and helped the two very wet, and now very cold men back onto the sailboat.. “Oww” Lea screamed in pain. Peter then told her “you must choose or I will do worse to you.” Lea knew she had to make a choice or that he might kill her. So she reluctantly said in a hushed voice “my mouth”. He unhooked her handcuffs and made her stand before him as he sat on the bed. “On you knees bitch” he ordered. The trembling girl slowly kneeled before him. He stood for a minute to remove his pants and underwear. She stared in horror at his hard cock. She had seen pictures of nude. My nipples were hard and I had not yet even been kissed yet so, no way! I suggested we go to ‘the river’. It was a local make out spot. Only about fifteen minutes away I teased him the entire way. I kept looking at him. Touching his arm (so muscular). After about ten minutes I took it up a notch and leaned over to kiss his ear. The car went off the road. I let a small squeak escape and smiled. ‘Well, I know how to get your attention.’ His response was a perfect turn of the head and smile. I. Oh so incredible. Another emission and another; no power now just warm viscous lava flowing down my cock and adding to the pool of creamy cum. All contractions are gone, my orgasm is over and I’m left with a wonderful sensation of contentment and satisfaction washing over my body. As I lie there recovering my senses, my erection begins to quickly subside and my cock lowers itself into the pool of cum at the base of my cock; almost as if by invitation. I look at the time and realise forty.