Guns, she could explain, being a private yacht on the high seas, but explosives would be harder, she reasoned, and she felt better for having the mate...riel. Ansari had simply provided what she'd asked for, with no questions.Standing on her tiptoes, Lenore velcroed the photograph of the Turner Joy that Commander Fales had given her over the center brow of the pilothouse windshield, where she'd see it every time she scanned around the boat.Shiplett and Brophy would sleep on the Joy Redux tonight,. Sara did the lion's share of the teaching, but when asked Keri stepped up and did her part. Sam told them that having a real person to give instant feedback made all the difference. Those difficult tongue maneuvers that she just couldn't get became simple. Apparently she was right because she had my balls drain in no time. She managed to swallow most of my load. There was some gaging because she wasn't expecting it and they assured her that sperm was an acquired taste and that she would get use. “No Mary” I stammered, slightly in awe and embarrassment. “Mistress!” she pointed out was what we agreed.She walked down the hallway chatting about something or other, I didn’t know I watched her peach like ass moving. Then she turned to face me, grabbed the sides of my face and started kissing. It took no time for her tongue to part my lips and start searching me. It felt so good, goose pimples worked up my back, and my cock started to harden in my jeans. Then she stopped.“Upstairs, first door. ..teach me… I want you to sh-show me how to...d-do...d-do things for you.”Once she had forced the words out Diana was terrified. Would he just laugh at her awkwardness and tell her to go home?In some ways his initial reaction was worse; his expression as he looked at her was one of concern more than anything else. He looked past her, gazing thoughtfully into the distance for what seemed to Diana to be an agonizingly long time. Then he returned his attention to her, nodding slowly and saying.