Michael picked me up at 7:30 sharp. He looked great, and smelled nice too. He is about 5-10, 175 pounds. He looked like he takes great care of his bod...y, and I would find out later that he really did. He drove a very hot Mercedes, and took me to a very fancy Italian restaurant, very dark and romantic. The conversation and wine was flowing nicely. He even ordered dinner for me. The food was wonderful, and I wasn’t feeling any pain from the wine. The waiter paid extra special attention to us,. "Goddamn!" I forced down the sympathetic nausea, along with the rising contents of my empty stomach, blinked back the tears in my eyes and forced myself to move forward.Still wearing the clothes she'd had on the day before, Isabeau lay curled up tightly in a fetal position one moment then thrashed around briefly, moaning and weeping piteously before assuming another fetal position on a different part of the bed. The bed sheets were covered with a mix of dried and fresh vomit, some of which was. ”“Can you handle the wheel?”“You know I’ve steered through rough seas. This is a little rougher, but I know to steer into the waves.”“That’s not what I’m worried about.”Essie nodded. “I’m feeling better already just being up here and not cooped up in the cabin.”“Then take the wheel.”Victoria headed back to the stern, to where the chairs for deep sea fishing were stored, and the restraints that held the fisherman in place. She brought Junior with her, and they agreed on a solution for Essie’s. Her hand had slid between my legs and was working my pussy into a sloppy wet lather.She ground my cunt with her fingers, up my skirt, and slid them around inside my panties. She whispered in my ear. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” I shook my head no.She pushed me back gently onto someone’s lap. Then she slid my panties down my thighs and onto the floor. She picked them up, and shoved my soaked silkies into mouth. Then I watched as she dove into my cunt. The lapping of her tongue made.