Patric's comments increasingly struck Jack as supercilious at best and increasingly arrogant as each glass of wine took its toll on him. Whilst Jack w...s not stupid, it felt that Patric was speaking down to both himself and Nancy. "Ignore him Jack, he's one of those French intellectuals," added Nancy sarcastically. "He is the embodiment of '68." As the smaller dessert wine glasses were topped up, their dinner service was cleared and the conversation suddenly changed tack. "And Tanya?" asked. I can tell she’s nervous, but I find it arousing. She’s mine, my fucktoy, and I have decided to share her tonight.She kneels on the thick carpet between us, folding her hands in her lap. Her dress fits snuggly, emphasising the curve of her waist and the shape of her breasts. I can see his eyes settle on her, examining every curve as he studies my submissive’s posture. I know she can feel his gaze as I notice her breathing quicken, her fingers curling into nervous fists in her lap.“She does know. “Sir, of course. One of our dockmen could take you where ever you would like. There would be a small charge, for fuel and such, of course. You understand sir.”“Ya, naturlich. Such would be expected,” Georg smiled.The attendant motioned Georg to the bar to wait, and disappeared to the dock area to arrange Herr Mainz’s “little cruise around the harbor.” The boat turned out to be a 25-footer with a small inboard motor, a cabin forward, several bottles of beer in a cooler, and a black driver named. Each one moved independently from each other, yet they seemed to have a common goal in controlling the lithe co-ed.No matter how hard Sophie pulled and tried to break free, the tentacles held fast and squeezed her tighter and tighter with each new struggle. Panic made her thrash for her freedom, but it was futile. She was helpless; a slave to whatever the tentacles wanted to do to her. Fear gripped her, but it wasn't alone.For as disgusting and unnatural as it was, Sophie couldn't deny the way.