Then I could hear him talking quietly. I could feel his hands on my breasts but I could also feel hands on my inner thighs. But I couldn’t move. ...y hands and feet were tied to the head and foot boards of the bed. I opened my eyes to see what was happening and they were both standing over me. Then I lay there and nothing seemed to matter except the nice feelings from being touched. Uncle E was telling her to be gentle don’t hurt her. I tried to say something but nothing would come out. . I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they never get old or boring. I have dreamed and fantasized about the man that is going to be my boss. I felt my thighs tremble my nipples grew hard my pussy started to get wet.Lance Castwell is his name! A CEO of a marketing company he has climbed the corporate ladder rather fast , people look up to him ,fear him,. It seemed I was becoming a centre of attention…. I liked that.‘Fuck, you’re sucking me so good….’The guy grunted and slid his mouth deep down my cock. I was squirming in the seat. He pushed a finger into my arse. ‘Yeah, do that…’ I told him.With that he got up from his knees. In the light from the screen, the guy looked pretty hot. He was licking his lips, his mouth wet with my precum and his saliva. He must have been about 40 years old, not very tall, wiry build, and a real chin-full of. There were multiple screens with dozens of gauges that reminded you of the cockpit of an aircraft. A great feature was the arrangement of a large chair for the captain, with two couch type seats on either side of it. The visibility was superb and made you feel comfortable inside.There was a large locker at the rear of the boat that contained a heavy duty Zodiac inflatable dingy that was inflated and had an outboard motor on it. Also on the rear deck was a lift with another large inflatable.