She glanced around and saw several people near the boat house.Turning, she made her way toward them. "Perdón," she said. She paused to think of what ...he wanted to say. Her Spanish was rusty. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "Yo me preguntaba si cualquiera tuvo un barco disponible para quitarme a Isla del Soledad?"An older gentleman approached her with a warm smile. "I can take you there, Señorita. Allow me to get the keys." He turned and headed toward the boathouse. "My boat is the red. I’d be glad of the company. Rosie’s a wonderful dear, but as a dog, not a good conversationalist.”“But, wouldn’t I be putting you out. I mean you don’t even know me.” As I said one thing, I thought the opposite. My ‘gaydar’ was spot on, I was sure of it, and I was pretty certain that conversation wasn’t the only thing she wanted out of me. It would explain the make-up and scent. The only thing missing was a sexy outfit, but that would have been too obvious.“You can vouch for me not being an. It's only natural for you to want to protect yourself. But you don't have to – that's my job and my responsibility. Your job is just to please me. You let me worry about your reputation and protecting it." Yes, Master. Master... can we have 'dessert' now?" she asked. I smiled. Such a good girl. I turned her back around to face the back of the car again and bent her over the trunk lid. This time she stayed where I put her and I tapped the insides of her legs. "Spread those legs for me, slut."She. I swallowed several times before she lifted off my face a little and I let the rest run out the corners of my mouth. By this time she was sucking my cock and Mike said for me to piss in her mouth; that she loved drinking piss. Again I had a hard time getting started, but when I finally did she kept her lips sealed around my cock and swallowed every bit--almost. When I finished she turned around kissed me, and when I opened my mouth for her tongue I got a mouthful of my own piss. After the two.