.“Yes.”“Good girl. Now listen: I want you to walk to end of the pier. But. The pen will be in your mouth. As far back as you can, pressing ...the corners as much as you can. I want your wrists crossed behind you. You will walk that way to the end of the pier and then back to me. Understand so far?”“Yes.”Another chuckle, “Good girl. Now here's the thing. If anyone talks to you, you cannot remove the pen, you cannot remove your hands from behind you, you can respond, but you will have to. Finishing my coffee I jump in the shower.As I shower my wonders to the picnic a wicked smile crosses my lips ,as I suds my body, my stomach gets warm spreading between my thighs as I continue to wash ,dropping the washcloth . My hands caress my breast pinching and pulling my nipples moans escape my lips.As thoughts of the day run through my mind : My hands slide down my stomach between my thighs teasing my clit before I slide my fingers into my pussy. Bracing my self with a hand against a. I spun around and dropped to my knees. I consumed his cock as if I were starving, even getting that head into my throat. I bobbed on his knob with a fury, while gently cupping his balls. I moved a finger to his asshole and pushed it steadily, all the way in. I could feel his balls start to tighten. I sucked as hard as I could, while still sliding my mouth up and down on his rod. I stroked my finger in and out of his ass, pressing in toward me. I added a second finger. His balls tightened up and. I asked him in a low voice if the sobriety was sticking. He blushed. “I’ve slipped, twice. My sponsor got me the first time, my boss the next. He put me in the construction office and made me work the next day. I was hung over, and it was hot, but I would have died before I quit. I threw up three times and drank a gallon of water, but I made it. That was six weeks ago. The pull is still there, but It’s getting easier to control.”We reached the destination, 9th Street, the street where we first.