She breathed a sigh of relief and shuffled off. Fred remained behind my chairand she came back a little later to take away the empty plate and offer m...ea basket of warm buns. "Freshly baked?" "Yes, Sir". Herhand was trembling. "Look at me". The terror was still there. "Christine,please don't be so scared. I promised not to harm you and I meant that. You'llbe punished, but only if you've done something to deserve it, and I won't demandthat you serve me sexually. Perhaps later, when you're more. The boathouse walkway is elevated, I was underneath it when they met. Nice, keep doing that, feels good. They met at 2AM and didn’t say much. Imagine they used the sailcloth as a cushion, and she’s a noisy girl in the sack. Think about them fucking, Lucy. I’m a little dry, you need to give me some lubrication. Oh yes, baby, take it in, suck the head, I like that. Brenda Barclay was moaning like a whore as Mike Halstrom fucked her, I snuck a look. Her head went back and forth and her mouth was. Oh, how much she would have loved to bite! But she feared the reprisals, totally helpless as she was."How long have these soft cushions been sucking cock already?" Rashid teased her some more. "Considering your early history with the likes of Fedorov and other hockey players, you must be quite good at it by now, after all those years. Isn't it, young lady?"The cockteaser returned him a venomous stare. It was a silent yet eloquent 'none of your business', but it was also apparent that Rashid had. Oh, well, vibrator time tonight.Wednesday, and I was so looking forward to my night of fucking with Gregg and his huge cock. At lunch time Gregg sent an email telling me to call him as soon as possible. I called him right away. He said he wasn't feeling well, and was cancelling out our meeting for tonight. Shit, I tried to contact a few other relief partners, but I couldn't get anybody in this short time frame. Damn, another night with my vibrator. Har was really going to get his brains fucked.