.. steward. He's the man who makes final decisions. "We need our boat measured and pay the necessary fees for the A&B Race." That's the K5?" Yes, sir.... It's 44 feet. I've seen the plans." No, sir. She's 45 on the water line." How close?" Exact, sir." How measured?" On the hard at Palmer Johnson ... between perpendiculars." Thanks for being honest. What are your plans for today?" he asked.Grace said, "Pull her, scrape the weed, check her fairings, repaint the bottom, wax, polish, unload anything. We can't do this, Rebecca pleaded with her. You know it's wrong. Sitting on her knees between Rebecca's legs she asked, does it feel good. Well yes, Rebecca said softly. Laying down Kim said, don't worry about then, and pressed her mouth around Rebecca's pussy. It's, it's wrong, Rebecca moaned. Then closed her eyes. It's been so long since she felt anyone touch her like this. Her mind argued this is her best friends daughter. As Kim worked her tongue and fingers, her body gave in.As she bucked. Pointing towards his desk, he ordered, “Raise your dress.”His graveled voice vibrated in her sensitive sex, dampening her panties. She'd planned to wear a formal suit to her punishment, but she couldn't raise the pencil skirt. Instead, she'd worn her long-sleeved black jersey body-con dress again. Lifting the stretch-cotton to her waist, she caught his eye. Ripping it over her head, she faced him in only her white lace underwear. She'd failed him. She needed absolute humility to win back his. We were belly to belly, chest to chest, cock to cock. He started gently thrusting into me, rubbing his dick against mine and my belly. I started gently thrusting in time with him. I looked down and saw his big hardon was skinned back and glistening with precum. He reached round and grabbed my arse cheeks, pulling me into him with every thrust. After a couple of minutes we were thrusting harder and sweating like pigs. He was breathing really hard, and starting to moan slightly under his breath..