Sammie came over to the cockpit and watched, checking all the gauges and instruments, asking a few questions. She said she was familiar with smaller s...iling vessels but not one with so many "bells and whistles." The automatic winches for the various sails intrigued her as did the autopilot. I gave her a quick rundown on how the autopilot worked, based on the course set into the computer, taking into consideration the conditions of the sea.As we neared the mouth of the harbor, she took a towel. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she ached all over her body. She had only on a few occasions even thought about the idea of sucking a guy’s cock. But she wasn’t sucking his cock at all he was raping her mouth and throat while his friends forced their cocks into her body. This was nothing she ever would have imagined. Yet here she was forced to lie there. Forced to feel every movement. This was not how it was supposed to be or a person she chose. But each movement of the second hand. "Okay, good, I thought you were having second thoughts about the trip" He said, whiling grabbing my hand."No, no, no, no, I want this more than anything" I reassured him."Good, I'm glad" He said whilst rubbing my thigh. I began to get a little hard when he was rubbing me, and Zac soon saw it, the plane had began to take off and we were in the air, the seatbelt sign had turned off and Zac undid his, he was still rubbing my thigh and my cock grew ever harder, "Hey, I have to go to the bathroom". ’ ‘I already did, but he’s busy and just motioned over here somewhere. I was hoping you’d know. I’m Jim, by the way. And you are…?’ ‘Janet,’ she said reluctantly. ‘I’m waiting for my husband.’ ‘Cool,’, he said, remembering how much he liked fucking other men’s wives. ‘My wife’s gone shopping. We can make a foursome of it for dinner some evening.’ He made it a command rather than a question, and continued before she could answer. ‘We’re from Chicago. Where are you folks from?’ ‘The UK,’ she.