I’d primed the pump, so to speak. On the next leg I blew him again while I was at the helm at night. We talked and I assured him that, I knew a plac...e we could go on Virgin Gorda. I knew a small dive [local bar] that had rooms in the back. If he could get away from the family, we could spend a few hours in bed enjoying some nice relaxed sex. We did manage to pull it off; three hours of uninhibited fucking that left both of us worn out. His cock was a very good fit for me; I just let him ride as. I do my best; straighten my clothing, fluff my hair and with dampened finger remove the small make-up runs beneath my eyes. I may not be perfect but I will have to do.The third floor is deserted; it is only partially let and always has the air of waiting expectantly for the return of the 90’s commercial property boom. The toilets are to the rear of the elevators and I walk quickly to them conscious of the fact that I’m late.He’s not here. I open the door to the washroom; peer inside to find. The Mistress (I never did learn her name) walked over to a large cupboard and I saw her take out a harness with a dildo attached. It was huge. I estimated it at 10” long and thick. Cathy had wanted a big cock. I thought she was about to get her wish – in spades.The mistress put on the strap-on. My cock was trying to escape my pants. It looked so damn hot. “Turn and face me” she roared. Cathy stood and turned and gasped “Oh shit” she said and then hurried said “my God Mistress. So big”. “Well. Adolescence had been very good to Tiffany! I knew her being an upperclassman I had no chance at her, but fuck if you didn’t look you were blind. She damn well knew it too, always swaying that fine young ass bending over for a down the shirt view and such. Tom had a summer cold and was forced to stay home one afternoon. Well fuck thinks I, what to do today? I heard someone open their back gate and went to see who was there. Tiffany in a bikini walking down the trail toward the river! Once there.