It was shaped like a catamaran, with two narrow hulls that were spread far apart for stability. They were bridged by a wooden deck, which was built up..., probably housing cabins and cargo space. It was streamlined, despite the primitive construction materials, gaining ground on them as its long hulls carried it over the dunes. Its pair of tall masts were high enough that the camouflaged sails were always catching the wind, knotted ropes, and tangled rigging connecting them to the deck below. As. Eventhough I'd gotten past the gag reflex, when I was in a kneelingposition there was still an angle where the back of my mouth and throatmet, and hard thrusts were still banging against that spot beforesliding downwards.I decided to try something I'd seen in some movies, and when one of theguys was amenable, I lied on my back on the bed and let my head hangover the side, upside down. In this position my mouth and my throatwere lined up in an almost perfect straight line, and the guy was ableto. First, she'd spent a long, lovely while on foreplay, caressing and nuzzling what seemed like every inch of Barbara's body ... returning often to the older woman's mouth to ravish her with kisses.Then Erika had knelt between Barbara's thighs and began to kiss and lick her cunt, going down on her with the fervor of a wild animal in heat ... quickly driving her to a climax of such intensity that she fainted on the spot.When she came to a few seconds later, dazed and exhausted, Erika had rolled. "I left substantially poorer but intrigued by the mystery of what awaitedme. All week, I had trouble concentrating on my work, wondering whatCynda had planned. Nights, I lay awake, incredibly excited by wildimaginings and the strange feel of my new soft, hairless body, but unableto relieve my frustration without disobeying orders. Through the day, thepresence of my cute secretary Jennie proved even more distracting thanusual; Jennie was an old schoolmate of my ex-wife's whom I had hired outof.