NOW, he is slightly more nautical than Admiral Halsey. He sits in the bow, with his battle scarred ears streaming behind, like the pennants on a clipp...r ship. It’s the equivalent of him sticking his head out the window of a car. And I occasionally have to duck the ropes of drool that come flying back. But Buster makes a memorable figurehead.Nonetheless, except for my occasional visits to nautical bars, I had the sort of social life you would expect in a place like Bethpage - meaning none. I. You look pretty hot Jacob why don't you go join her? We will sit here enjoying the view and sucking on our straws." Jessica seductively stuck out her tongue and used it to pull her straw into her mouth before she sucked in her drink.Our jaws dropped just as fast as Jacob's shorts. His elephant trunk sized cock slapped against his thigh. He took off running into the ocean until he was able to leap into a dive and glide through the water to his wife. Jessica was just as stunned as we were, "Holy. "What way?" I asked."You know..." she said."Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one time why I had become such a slut."No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would. Seriously hurt, like someone had driven hot irons through them. I screamed in pain and grabbed my nuts. He pulled his hand back in fear and moved away from me on the bed. "I'm sorry! what's wrong? are you okay!?" "Pull down your shorts. NOW. I need to cum, and fast. I'm so horny; it hurts." he nodded silently and pulled down his shorts. his cock was perfectly straight, standing up at a forty five degree angle from his body. Sticky precum made stringy shapes between his cock and his shorts..