I held out my arm and, pouting a little, she tucked in beside me. "You needed to sleep," I told her, "or you'd have woken when I got out of bed." Are ...ou tired of me already?"I squeezed her to me. "Of course not."After a few minutes silence, in quite a different tone of voice, "Where are we?" About six miles off Marwick Head. You could check the GPS if you'd like to know exactly." The wind changed?" Yes. It backed about forty-five degrees as we slept. Veered a bit since I took over, though.". She generally wore shorts and tank tops at her home that too without any bra. Her boobs always jiggling and I used to get to see a lot. I always thought whether she did this on purpose or whether I was thinking too much.Now, after seeing all those dirty pictures I had clicked of hers, Sakshi was upset and didn’t talk to me the entire time. She was mad at me.So I took her to a very expensive restaurant and we ordered pizza and a couple of beers. Now she was talking to me but not properly. Then. We clinked glasses, took a sip, and I sat down. To my surprise, Megan stood up and held up her glass.“I have a toast of my own,” she said.I looked at her in confusion as she and Roxie exchanged grins.“I toast my husband’s timely promotion...”When she paused, we all raised our glasses. I was blushing at being called out in public, when she continued.“ ... because we are going to need the money next April when I have this baby,” she finished.I swear that my vision blurred around the edges as the. She felt the pain down in her toes as he bit down. "Oh, does the whore like this??? Look at these breasts just begging for my attention. Watch the nipples beg for more."Then, he grabbed and arranged her so that her back was flat on the bed...he slid his hand between her legs, commenting: "For fighting and crying as you did, you sure have one wet pussy. Feel it bitch! Feel how wet you are!" At that point, her hands were untied and a strong hand guided her fingers to her pussy, pressing her.