She joined me in the pilot house. We had both doors open, catching the breeze as we motored slowly through the maze of the marina then into the channe...l that led to Galveston Bay. We passed the tourist trap at Kemah and entered the bay.“So now we head south?”“D’ya think that’s wise? How deep’s the water?”“Oh. What’s the display say?”“How about looking on a paper chart?”“I can do that.”“Okay, find us, then tell me.”I watched her rustle with the chart, then spread it out, looking. “Okay. Here.. He got on top of me and pushed up my skirt. “Tell me what happens to little sluts who can’t suck.” He growled. I couldn’t respond. “They get fucked in their tight little pussies Molly. Say it.” I slowly repeated it back to him through my tears. “That’s right Molly, just remember you deserve this.” he said as he pulled down my tights and underwear all at once. He held me down with one hand, while his other hand rubbed up and down my pussy. Despite myself and my fear I started feeling a. "We will go now, I will make love to you slowly and make you know who is your Mestre."______________________________________________________________________The room was small and sparsely furnished but had a spacious en-suite bathroom with a large old fashioned ball and claw bathtub fitted in the European style with a hand body sprayer. We were both dirty and dreary from the traveling and when Miguel suggested a bath I was thrilled. He turned on the water so that it would fill while we. Nevertheless, I put my T-shirt back on and helped unpack the picnic lunch and lay out the blankets. It occurred to me later that the thin material of the T-shit tightly stretched across my chest likely got to the men as much or more than my earlier nudity.Lunch tasted as good as you might imagine. There's nothing like eating outdoors with a healthy appetite. The wine we brought along was still nicely chilled. I was thirsty from the morning's long paddle and no doubt drank more than I should..