“I might have added something special to the mixture,” the man admitted. “A small irritant. Nothing harmful or dangerous. Just a little pick me ...p. Something to focus on.”The strip grew larger and larger, slowly but surely pressing down hard and harder against the walls of her asshole. A rhythm was being built, a building of suspense and pressure. There was a moment, a very specific second, when a soft jolt ran down her body. The rubber plug inside the dildo had reached a special width. It was. Heclosed his eyes for a second, dreaming, and then turned the engine off.He climbed out gracefully, knees together, smoothing the skirt as hestood and-"Excuse me?"Jason spun, startled, by the male voice."We-"A middle-aged man and woman faced him. He looked around, terrified, notknowing what to do."It's not-I-" Jason stuttered, crashing down. He was obviously a man, ina skirt, and his behaviour could seriously jeopardise this potentialsale."Are you the estate agent?" the man asked. By the time we had packed up and got home, I was pretty exhausted. It had been a long, physically tiring day; first moving Michelle’s stuff, then the gig. At least the race on Sunday wouldn’t be too stressful, the Winter Series races were usually pretty short, and ended up with a big barbeque on the rigging deck. Again, we ended up in the middle of the field, these short races with the handicap start really didn’t suit us, we didn’t have enough time to catch up the boats that started the race. Nina snorted in derision at these scenes. “Idiot little slave seems almost in love with you and you nailed her worthless tits to boards twice this week alone.”It was said with disdain but the words interested me. I considered fucking Nina in front of my little slave but I couldn’t get into the thought enough to get hard on it, so I never got to test her reactions to it, but I did kiss Nina thoughtfully, before she left. She blinked up at me and couldn’t help the small smile that creased her.