“I just wanted you to explore a new way of pleasure and it seems like you did have a good deal of fun. You aren’t mad about it, are you? I know th...at we did get a little bit out of hand at the end, but god you were so sexy and I just wanted you so badly,” he actually sounded like he was sincere, but I was reserving my judgment until we had a longer conversation. “Why couldn’t you just talk to me about what you wanted to do? I probably would not want it to get this rough, but now… you were. .. thus. The Vellamo sits here. My two barges will sling support your boat with canvas strapping. I propose blocking the water entry and sealing the cockpit aft hatches with fitted wood panels. The pump hoses will be here ... here ... and here. The pumps are very high capacity. As the water level in the hull lowers the boat will rise off the wreck and we will take up slack with the webbing. Since you are paying for my time I suggest a fifty-fifty split from anything we find in the brig."The. My hand caressing your balls in it, squeezing gently, as my head moves up and down on you, my mouth sucking, licking, as my tongue swirls around you…. up and down the warmth of my mouth moves as I feel the passions in my body begin to release…. my hips move faster upon you face as your tongue strokes my clit with more conviction, your fingers moving up and down the outer edge of the lips of my wetness…feeling my body tighten over you as you suck my clit, and placing two fingers slightly in me,. Anything less is anti-masculine. End of story. The following tale is the story of James Hawthorne Summers. A six-foot-one, black-haired and green-eyed Caucasian male living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. He’s basically your everyday average guy. A managing supervisor at Bank of America in Boston. He makes one hundred and thirty thousand dollars a year after taxes. Not bad considering he only has a bachelor’s degree in business from Boston College and couldn’t afford to go back to.