. her natural musk. I explored every edge of that panty.. I ended up actually licking the crotch to taste as much of her as I could. I was holding bac...k on cumming when I felt another hand on mine.....Ahhhhhhhh geeeeezzzzz I thought....Connie's been watching. I was turned on and recoiling at the same time. She pulled her panties away from my eyes and as they got used to the light I could see clearly that she was in nothing but her panties. I started to sit up when she gently pushed me back. "Er ... no. Actually, I was just thinking I was strangely comfortable," I answered with a slight smile, "but how are you feeling this morning?" A lot happier than I have for a very long time," she said seriously. "I can't remember the last time I slept so well. Do we need to get up?" No rush. We're not on a schedule. Sometimes we may need to move at a particular time in order to catch a tide. We could go now, to head up the Orwell to Ipswich, or the Stour to Mistley, or we could wait until high. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head just a little so he could get to my ear, as he nibbled and licked he whispered, “I have watched you on the beach. I have watched you watch me.” With that said he bit my neck and a shiver ran through me. This is my hunk on a boat, I realized. This is the man of my fantasies, the man that I watch as I lay on the beach. The man I watch as the sun warms my skin and thoughts of him heat me from the inside. I laid my head on his arm and whispered,” I have. All I have to do is endure until ? God, Sunday?? That realisation prompts me to call out again, hoping that the stillness of night time will help my criescarry further. But my voice is choked by my suspension, and nobody comes.I have never spent a longer night than this one, hanging by my wrists in the garage.The endless torment of hanging by my wrists is matched, minute for minute, by the cruel wanderings ofmy thoughts. It is impossible to distract myself from my predicament. My biggest fear.