As we were waiting we watched a big car drive up and stop at the back of the yacht.“I wonder if that limo is for us?” Skye asked.“Yes it is SB.�...�� Sir John said from behind us.“Oh sorry sir, we didn’t see you.” I replied.“That’s okay BP. I’m told that I creep around at times. I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you 2 ready to become art exhibits?”“Yes sir.” We both replied.Sir John led us down to the limo, telling us to be careful what we walked on. The chauffeur didn’t bat an eyelid as he held the. We would be lounging around in the den for example and I would notice how he is sitting -- and I would look at his lap to see if I could discern the outline of his cock, or I would imagine that his eyes were on my breasts. And sometimes when the thoughts and images would be so strong, even when I wasn't very conscious of it, and I would discover that my pussy was soaked. I am embarrassed to say that even when I washed his underwear, just feeling his shorts (and sometimes actually sniffing them. "Can I see your breasts, Mandy, I'll pay you an extra twenty, fifty, in total. Well, make it sixty." I started unbuttoning my blouse and slid it off then reached back and unhooked my bra and put it on my blouse next to me. "Oh, you are so pretty, Mandy. Your breasts are beautiful, just beautiful." I let him look at me for a few minutes as I stroked his dick, then bent over and sucked him off. All told, eighty-two dollars. I liked this and Mr. Parsons sure did, too. The next time, when we were. " Bread?" Make it easy on yourself. But not sliced. Enough for three days." Cash, check or charge?" Cash ... she's paying." Getting lucky?"I hung up.The cheese came on a pallet jack. The jack operator was the very cute 18 year old girl who answered the phone at the Chandlers. I watched her chest bob and sway as she pulled the jack behind her. She handed me the box of condoms and winked."I brought some Wisconsin hard sausage, too."Grace was dressed by now. We shoveled cheese for twenty minutes..