" He's fucking paying or I ain't doing it!" Sandra insisted."Of course he's fucking paying," Al insisted.Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra fol...lows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke;"Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off."Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking. She turns around and I can now see clearly that she is looking at my reflection in the shiny strip, this only enhanced my erection and I was sure she could see it. She came closer to the divider and crouched down and by bending my head I could see her white gusset only a foot or so away from me. The fabric tightened in her crouching position and was puffy with the hair hidden inside and I am sure I could smell the musk.My cock was throbbing at the sight and then her little hand seemed to grab. Check the commo, ELTs, radio, iPhone in its waterproof case with spare batteries and transformer. On deck now. Let’s move. Secure, tie down, lash, check and check again. Strike below what can’t stay on deck. Be methodical, it’s just a job, but be sure. Heavy deck furniture and the Whaler, be sure and again be sure, that dunnage will make great unguided missiles if they get loose. Margarethe remembered Victor Hugo’s classic, A Fight With a Cannon. It gave rise to what was now a cliché, the. Acceptable?”They looked like bobble heads nodding.“All right, this is the plan. We’re going to stay here at least one more week, relax, get to know each other a little better. We’ve had plenty of distractions up until now. Then, if we’re still all in agreement, we go home, home meaning my house. You guys should like it. From there, well, from there we’ll just have to see.”“One more thing I need to stress again. You’re mine. MINE. If you as much as kiss another person in a sexual way, you’re.