Her husband was on another of his so-called business trips to the east coast. Going home would only make her feel more alone and depressed than she al...ready felt. She'd collected a blanket and walked down the stone steps leading toward the beach. Kicking off her shoes, she walked out into the sand and stretched the blanket out. The noise of the party high above was hushed by the light breeze and sound of the waves washing onto the beach. She looked up at the canopy of stars above her and. "We'll be quick," I told her as she opened the door."Miss Kim would you please call for the elevator to go to the firstfloor for us?" Sure sweetie," she told me. "Who's your friend?" Oh, this is Laura," I told her."Nice to meet you ma'am," Laura said nervously."Oh don't worry if you're up on this floor sweetie, Doctor Westerfieldand I only have littles because we were keeping them out of the hands ofother people. You're safe from me." Thank you ma'am," she said unsure of herself as the door. When we went aboard, we placed our stuff on the boat. It was just over sixty-five feet, and had the captain's cabin in the stern. There was a second cabin in the bow, and a full galley and lounge in front of the enclosed cockpit. The bimini top was there to keep off the sun or the rain if needed. Both cabins were accessible from a large lounge. The galley had a four-burner, gimbaled stove. It also had an oven, a refrigerator/freezer, and a pressurized sink. With the convertible couches and. The large lady had some thin girl sitting on her face, while some guy was fucking the hell out of her. There was one old lady probably in her 70’s being fucked by some young guy. She looked she was actually cumming to.I looked back on stage. They had girl set up with both legs strapped to the stirrups and her hands shackled to the side of the table. There was a machine set up between her legs with dildos coming from it. They had inserted the dildos into her pussy and ass. The machine was moving.