A very tall,dark haired Japanese woman came to work on him. He heard the door open andglanced over. He whimpered into the gag. She was carrying a blac...k medicalbag. He started to cry a bit. He knew this was not going to be good. Sheclicked over to the work bench and set down her bag. He couldn't turn hishead to see what she was doing but knew she was taking things out thatwere going to cause him a great deal of discomfort. She walked in front of him and knelt down. He looked at her. She had. She spread her legs wide apart, and slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Her moistness was audible as her finger slid inside. She beckoned me towards her. she took my hard cock in her other hand and guided me to my knees. My cock was level with her opening, as she pulled her finger out.Becky pressed the tip of my cock against her hot pink opening. I felt my cock prod against her warmness. She was so damp, I could feel myself slipping inside her. She adjusted her legs so we were pressed. I don't recall how I got on the boat but I imagine it was a sight to behold. He cast off and we headed up the river some ways (maybe thirty minutes upriver) to a very dark and relatively quiet spot where he dropped anchor. With very little conversation he took me by the hand and led me to the cabin where there was a tentative kiss, which wasn't bad, and then we just slipped into a very sweaty and heated make-out session. Being summer, I was just in a tank top and shorts with my usual bikini. “See? There’s room,” Kofe chuckled as she took a sip of her water. The glass was tiny in her massive hand, even his largest pint glass was scarcely the size of a soda can to her.“You weren’t joking about the living space,” she said as she looked around the apartment, “this really is pokey. You should come and live with me, there’s plenty of room.”“Move in with you!?” Miller exclaimed, Kofe watching him with a sly expression as choked on his words. “I agreed to go on one date, we’re not ... this.