She pulled her shirt off, then stood, bracing against the boom. Her other clothes dropped to the deck. She looked at Johannes."Hang on a second, I'll ...get my bikini." She dropped through the companion-way into the cabin, dug in her carry-all and returned with the bikini bottom that was all the bathing suit she owned. She stepped back into the cockpit, slipped it on, and stretched out in the sunshine on the weather side of the boat.Johannes watched the performance. It was not the first time he'd. My wife gets dressed and leaves for work. I go into the bedroom to start my morning. Most days Oliver takes this as his queue.He comes in and waits for my robe to come off. There are small scratches on my side from his claws. I don't mind them, I call them love scratches. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and pushes on my back. I know that command. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over time to take my finger and wet it with my own. I sat down and removed my boots, socks, shirt, and pants. I carried them as I went into the bathroom, I needed to go in the worst way. I finished my "business" and stepped into the shower, quickly scrubbing, and drying off. I put my clothes in the washer, just outside the bathroom door, and stepped inside.Just as I knew she would be, she was on her knees, with her feet just off the edge of the bed. She mover her knees just a bit to each side, and I knelt down to admire, and eat her pussy. I was. There she was, dressed exactly like told. Except the first thing i noticed, that she had brought more toys with her. In addition to blindfold, she had put herself ballgag over her mouth as well, and nipple clamps connected with chain to her nipples. I was proud of my little slut. I walked in to the room, and slowly took my shoes and jacket off. I wanted her to wait just a bit more. I did not say anything. The room was completely silent, and i could hear her breathing faster than normally she.