Michaels, the picturesque town and its Fall Harvest celebration preparations only peripherally on my mind, as I began mentally ticking off the list of...actions I'd have to take to get the 34' boat ready for winter. I took out the large grocery bag of food, and tea, locked up the Navigator, and walked down to the dock. The St. Michaels marina is composed of a long central pier extending far out into the Miles River, with cross docks where the water craft are actually docked.The closer in docks. He said he had admired her for a long time and seeing her fine ass bent over her desk was more than he could take. She recognized his voice as Jake the janitor and she told him he couldn't do this, she was a happily married woman. He said he was a married too but his wife had lost interest in sex and gotten to heavy to be attractive anymore anyway. He said besides she could go in the bathroom and clean up when he was finished and I would never know it happened. All this time he was unfastening. Getting it off was frustrating without any help from the soundly sleeping woman, but I eventually succeeded. I climbed over her and got between her legs, spreading them very wide. Poised over her, cock ready, I felt around the smooth shaven chocolate chunk, caressing it and then stirring about its insides with my fingers. I placed my cock against the entrance and pushed forward; I went nowhere, due to lack of experience and her sleeping position. I tried again and again, finally getting it on. Show me the whip." OK." Richard lifted her off his knee. "Wait here."Deborah did as she was told. She could not believe that her Richard would whip anyone but he seemed so serious. She began to get worried.Richard returned moments later with the fly whisk which he thrashed about. The tension drained out of Deborah."There you are," he said. "That'll show you I'm not to be trifled with. Put out your hand."Deborah did so and Richard brought down the fly whisk on it."Oh! Oh!" squeaked Deborah. "You.