Blake's body had reached its limit. He was mentally and physically exhausted from the fear of capture. He fell asleep. When morning came, Blake woke u... to water in his face. He had shifted positions and his face was hanging off the side of... 'What am I on,' Blake wonders. He sat up and looked down. As soon as he did he wished he hadn't. He was on the corpse of a Rebel sailor. After feeding the fish last night's dinner, he realized the sea had grown rough. There were dark and ominous clouds on. No parking, no ice-cream booth, no nothing: nobody. He let his consciousness drift out to sea like some white-winged sea-bird, until a new sound cut through his contemplations. That had to be hiking boots scraping granite gravel. Damn! He decided to pretend to be asleep — like, he was respectably covered and hadn’t moved for an hour anyway. He listened. Boots on gravel — they’re on the flat bit on the other side of the pool. Only one person, he realised. Let them get on with whatever they’d. But this time she had something very special for me in her mind. She grabbed a long leather coat and I had to put it on. The coat just covered my wrist cuffs but could never cover the front of my collar. She told me I had to go from her house to the train station in our town. There I had to pick up, from a luggage locker, the keys to unlock the corset, collar and cuffs. I was quit for a moment. This I hadn't expected. Never in our game playing had I been outside. I was never outside as a girl!. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. At one point I took his cock out and smacked it against my face, but he put out his hand as if to say, keep going. So I did. I felt used. He was using me to get off. Telling me to put my mouth back on his cock, and I was letting him. I was basically doing it for him.These thoughts went through my mind and I could feel that my pants were wet with the pre cum i was producing. Finally about 7 minutes in, my neck was getting a little tired (first time and.