Herr Meier blickt auf die rasierte Achsel, das kurze weisse Top. Sein Blick wandert kurz den flachen gebräunten Bauch entlang bis zur unverschämt ti...ef sitzenden Hüfthose. „Hat die überhaupt ein Höschen an?“, fragt er sich einen Moment und schaut dann seinem späten Gast etwas verschämt in die Augen. Vickie lächelt ihn freundlich wissend an. „Darf ich reinkommen?" fragt sie und irgendwie bringt allein schon diese Stimme Herrn Meier fast um den Verstand. Dieser naive, zuvorkommende Tonfall.. This wasn't our first voyage; many of us had been to sea many times before. I, myself, had been to sea twice before for different lengths of time. So we were a seasoned crew with only a couple cabin boys who were new. Our captain was a good man - fair but stern. He had a mind to what he wanted and so long as you did what you were told things were good. However, if you slacked off or, God forbid, failed in your work, well he had recourse there as well!The first leg of our journey took us to a. That, combined with the nipple clamps, and the breast harness, made me feel as if my breasts were hugely swollen. The lightest touch sent me into spasms of pleasure. He continued to smirk at me, and every now and then reached over and tweaked a clothespin with his fingers. If he had taken the ball gag out, I would have begged for him to stop. But instead, he just sat there, for a full ten minutes. I knew how long it was because there was a clock on the far wall right within my view.. “What is going on, and why are there armed men patrolling your front lawn?”Sienna carefully filled them in on our visitors. As she talked about Chasen Wellington, Jeanette interrupted her. “You mean that Chasen Wellington – the actual Chasen Wellington – was just here? And he thinks he’s Ross’ grandfather?“Do you three have any idea just who you’re talking about? Chasen Wellington is a multi-billionaire. He owns most of north west Florida.” She looked at me in utter shock. “Ross, if he really.