Spearing an Escargot with a fork, I reached across the table. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butter trickled down her chin. ...She shifted gently in her seat, Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of the chemise as she leaned forward to savor the delicacy. As the waiter cleared away the last of the plates and placed the espresso on the table, she leaned forward, again testing the strength of the fabric. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered. Signing the check, I quickly rose. Your breath quickened and my fingers probed deeper, slipping another into you I pushed hard against your tied down body. “No” you said in a voice barley audible, “please, stop, tell me who you are”. I answered you by slipping yet another finger inside of you and pushing hard against your willing juices. Leaning in I kissed you lips, hard this time, trying to steal a response. If you would not give it, I would take it. And so I did as you responded to me only when I forced my tongue inside your. I rock up enough to present my pussy to him. I rock myself up to hook the hood of my pussy on to the tip of his nose, grinding my clit into it as I cover his mouth with a press of my labia, like some perverted CPR. I slide down enough to let him breath after a pause, the tip of his nose shiny which makes me laugh to myself, the smirk gently curving my lips the only clue to my amusement. "Lick, me now!” I told him. I looked over at the chair next to us and there sat Jen, my boyfriend’s dirty. Jenifer was manning the radio and took note of the report. She had recorded the full report on a digital voice recorder that they had salvaged from the trimaran, so she rang the emergency alarm. I happened to be the closest leader when the alarm went off, so I was there right away, if not sooner. I listened to the report from Cindy and sounded the alarm for an immediate meeting of the rescue team at the radio hut.We had rehearsed this, so we all knew our jobs. Ed Saunders had built an ultralite.