It wasn’t long before we would make her lay still and flat atop the water. With each of us positioned to one side, we would bend our knees and place... one hand under her shoulder and the other firmly on her ass. We would then heave her violently into the air as high as we could. We would repeat that about a hundred times, with each hand on the ass getting a little more risky until a time here an there a finger would slip inside her suit brushing the folds of her pussy or the crease of her ass. That shouldn't behard for a pretty boy like you."The term "pretty boy" stung because it was true. Growing up a spoiled richkid, I never did a lot of physical work, so I was on the thin side. I woremy hair in a ponytail halfway down my back. Not only did I like it thatway, but it seemed appropriate for somebody heading Powers Design, thesomewhat artsy interior design form for high-end offices. I had inheritedthe business from my father.Finally, Barry announced that it was time to go, and after a. “Oh pet,” she giggled. “You look so cute and oh so sexy in those panties. I actually think I prefer the boy short style on you even over thongs. Now, dear push those pretty panties down to your knees.”Again I complied, feeling the heat in my cheeks and ears rise. I supposed I’d never completely get past the humiliating feelings of being made to wear female knickers for Mistress’ amusement. Yet even now the humiliation was taking its predictable toll. I could already feel my manhood. A gust of wind from the gathering storm rustled the reeds, the gentle noise breaking the quiet. The fisherman sitting in the stern glanced at the clouds, sighed inwardly, and started to gather his lines in. Finally, all done and tidied away, he pulled in the keep-net and released the meagre catch back to freedom.The watching woman, looking at the dark clouds sweeping in, said, "I think we should just secure things and stay here to ride it out."A quiet man, he nodded his agreement, and went.