With mock shock, she put her hand up to her mouth and looked back at him, wagging a finger at him, shaking her head again. Looking at me again, she de...terously bobbed her core up and down, each time stopping right at the head of his erection. I marvelled at the strength of her quads to do these buddha squats, those rail-thin legs forming a contracting and expanding “M” above him. I couldn't take this any more. That welling-up feeling surged inside me, and I realised that ejaculating my sperm. . I wanted them so badly. My pussy grew so wet, my poor panties struggling to absorb the flood. I didn’t want to go into exile. I wanted to have fun with my cock. Sex with my clit-dick was amazing. It felt so wonderful to slide into a woman, to pump my cock, and then to erupt my cum into her depths. But if the women didn’t have a choice in the matter ... If my presence overruled their self-control, did I have the right to be around them?To take advantage of them?Guilt rippled through me. I. That’s what was so, almost upsetting about it.I was away sailing on my boat, it was somewhere warm and there were people with me who I seemed to know well. We had all jumped over the side and had been skinny-dipping, nothing new for me and I’ve done it for so long I consider it normal practice. It seemed normal for them too. We were having a really good timeI got out first and laid down in the sun across the bridge deck. For those not familiar with a yacht the bridge deck is the seat area that. She was angry at and confused by her Master. As she sat on her bed to remove the boots her thoughts ranged between "how dare he!" and "that asshole!". Her legs quivered involuntarily as her hands touched her thighs to slip off the stockings. Had she not been angry and confused she would have indulged her aching desire for release. Her hands reached for the clasp on her collar, once there she stopped. Her mind wandered back to an earlier conversation we'd had about pets and Masters. She.