Essentially the place is a town that is a maritime museum with some five hundred old boats of all types, Bark’s, whaling vessels and so on. The buil...dings are recreations and the entire place is in period setting from the late 1800’s. We toured around learning how people lived and worked in the maritime industry back then as blacksmiths, shipwrights, leather makers, sail makers and so on. After spending the full day touring the town, I picked up sandwiches and a bottle of wine and we had a. ”I smacked my nipple and cried out at the pain.“Again, and keep it up until I tell you to stop, and no complaining either.”I hit again and again. Tears streamed down my cheeks as pain built. “Oh, Master, please it hurts. Please, no more.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake. I hit my nipple harder, hoping that might undo my mistake.My Master smiled at me, and I’d learned to fear his smiles. “You don’t seem to hear very well, my fucking whore slave. I told you. His splayed feet were shod in Jandals. He wore a cabana shirt dotted with green sea turtles. Added to that were Bermuda shorts in a purplish plaid pattern hanging loosely about his bowed legs. A straw hat with pompom dangles completed his sartorial splendor. He used a finger to slip his Ray-ban sunglasses down his proboscis, his gaze sent out over them, and drifted idly around the perimeter of the pool. Then he neatly tapped them back onto the bridge of his nose and sniffed. He nodded agreeably. A few smiled at the tiny flaccid dick but all wereimpressed by his body, and especially his arse."Come over and sit on my knee," Dan said in a soft voice. Blake wasrelieved when he sat down and felt Dan's right arm go around hisshoulders. "You are a beautiful boy. I like showing you off," saidDan. "No, don't hide your little boy-cock. It's cute."Blake moved his arm to the side and looked as Dan cupped his cock and ballsin his left hand. "This is my favourite toy," Dan said, looking at.