I thought we’d been caught but the swimmer passed us by and I gasped aloud. “I can’t believe you carried on” I said between heavy breaths.“I...couldn’t leave your cock unserviced could I?” He said as he upped the pace of his jerking. Just as I was about to blow Ryan stopped and dropped to his knees, his head and neck just above the water. I stared down in lust as he reached his tongue out and rolled it over the tip of my cock. He took my hairless balls in his hand as he moved from licking the tip. I lock the last piece just in time – your cock is already starting to grow; it hurts, but I can’t help getting hard – I am so excited. I put on the clover clamps, trembling now, thinking about how much they hurt now and how much more pain I will be in when you pull on the chain. I slip on the pink panties. They are tight. As I wiggle my ass into them, I feel the plug moving and it sends waves of pleasure through your cock, which is quickly met by sharp pain from the cage. I am such a whore.. "And are you Mrs. Mabel Swampwater of two-fourteen Clitlick Street?" Yes, I'm Mrs. Swampwater." Right, mum. I have a gang rape for you." The delivery man pointed at his clipboard with a ball point pen. "Could you sign here, mum?" I didn't order a gang rape," said the bewildered Mrs. Swampwater."I'd think not, mum," answered the delivery man. With the ease of a well practiced delivery man, he flipped through the sheets of his clipboard. "Says here that your husband ordered it for you, mum."Could. So it’s off to the head.Marine toilets are noisy. Lots of levering and pumping and the plumbing on the boat is not quiet.“Make sure it’s nice and clean.” Bink.“Always. And since when did that slow anybody down?” I said softly.“You’re right. Move.”We swapped places in the little head. After she finished, she did the flushing routine again. Stepping through the door, she found herself in the arms of her first lover – me. Kiss.“If we get started, we’re gonna need Ben.”“He’s probably half awake.