" You were just - what? Where were your thoughts? Are you excited?" Yes." Maybe you'd like to change right here in the train?" Oh. Please don't make f...un of me."She was preparing a sarcastic remark when she realized that Chuck was insome sort of trance.He focused on his underwear - and not much else. She had helped him alot. Could she help him even more?Should she? She did not hate his fetish. Nor did she approve of it. But!On the other hand - could she help him out of it?That was a very big. The kiss was warm and heavy, they were almost the same height. She wanted to melt into his lap. He was so strong but in a different way than her Master was.“On your knees, slut. ”Meister commanded, barely breaking the kiss, his accent curling around his words now unmasked, no longer hiding his voice to sound Bland and American. She easily went to her knees and watched with rapt attention as he unfastened his leather pants. In her periphery, she noticed her Master sitting on the lounge chair. Linda followed Richard as he moved quickly. However when they arrived, the slip was empty, in fact most of the slips were empty. Richard looked at the number. There was a number 9 on the sign painted in bright red. The only boat in the Marina was a large inboard-outboard thirty-eight footer cruising toward them slowly. James had told Richard that Mr. Yackamura had one of the largest personal boats on the ocean. He wondered how James could screw up like that.As the two of them stood there. I buried my face inside, really.Then it happened, and I'm surprised - honestly - I didn't blow my load right then."Ten years, huh?"The door was open. I lifted up my head and Leah was standing right fucking there watching. Her head cocked to the right. She wasn't smiling. She wasn't ... angry. She was perplexed, I think. I still don't know what made her come upstairs, and I don't know if I'm going to ask her.I don't think I'm going to ask her because I think Wendy put her up to it. She was the.