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there when we seize the yacht?"
    "I would like that very much."
    *****
    The party was well underway when we arrived at the marina. As expected, the
Madeleine
became the center of attention. Being green with envy, it didn't take Truesdale long to request permission to come aboard. Yet another man trapped by thinking through his cock! So, so predictable.
    "Hello on the
Madeleine
! My name is Huntington Truesdale. Permission to come aboard?"
    Grant yelled back, "Permission granted, Mr. Truesdale, come aboard."
    Posing as wife and husband, Grant and I greeted our victim. "Hello, Mr. Truesdale, welcome aboard the
Madeleine
. My name is..."
    Truesdale interrupted, "Oh, let's not be so formal. Call me Binky."
    Oh, please. Binky? It was all I could do to contain my laughter. I imagined that Grant felt the same.
    "Binky...that's an interesting name. We are Tina and Mike Bretag."
    Truesdale (I couldn't stand to call this bastard "Binky") looked beyond us and scanned the features of the
Madeleine
.
    "Well, honey," Grant said, "I have business ashore. See you tomorrow. Why don't you show Binky around our little home?"
    "Great idea! Bye, sweet-pea!" Talking that way made me feel stupid.
    I held Truesdale's arm, positioning myself so he would get an eyeful of cleavage. "Come, come, Binky. Let me give you the grand tour."
    Grant circled around and secretly came back on board. Dressed as a waiter, Parker kept an eye on Truesdale and me as we explored the
Madeleine
.
    I opened the double doors to the master suite, "And this is our little love den. Isn't it beautiful?"
    Truesdale studied the quarters as if he was conducting an inspection. Not surprisingly, he noticed the conspicuously-placed masks and dildo in the partially opened nightstand. He turned to me and began to approach.
    Parker's voice came from down the hall, "Mrs. Bretag, I have your cocktail. Would you like it in there or up on the main deck?"
    "I'll take it down here."
    "Binky, would you like something to drink?" I leaned into him and brushed against his crotch. My advance startled him.
    He looked at me, then into the nightstand, then back at me. "How about if I return your hospitality and give you a tour of the
Gigi
?"
    Thinking through his cock already... how I love dominating men!
    "That sounds wonderful, Binky!"
    "Waiter?"
    "Yes, Mrs. Bretag?"
    "Forget about the cocktails. We're going to the
Gigi
."
    "Yes, Mrs. Bretag." Parker caught on to our little game quickly.
    Truesdale and I boarded the
Gigi
and mingled with his guests and hangers-on. Parker, having changed from his waiter uniform, was on board as well. Case boarded a few moments later.
    Motioning towards Parker, I said, "Binky, look at that good-looking young man over there. Is he your son?"
    "Never seen him before. Let's find out, shall we?"
    We introduced ourselves to Parker and engaged in small talk. Then I baited the trap.
    "Whew! Talking with you two gorgeous men is making me hot. I'm glad my husband is away."
    Parker kissed my neck but said nothing.
    I turned to Truesdale. "Binky, weren't you going to show me your master suite?"
    He smiled, reached for my hand and said, "Right this way, Madame."
    I turned to Parker and said, "You, too, big boy!"
    Once Truesdale, Parker and I were below deck, Case posted the repossession notice in the wheelhouse window and one of our team posted another notice on the bow. The craft was then legally in the hands of the lender.
    Truesdale smiled as he opened the door to his love den. His eyes darted from side to side; then he looked at me as if begging for approval. The aroma of incense and strawberry flavored lubricant engulfed the room. Red shag carpet led my eyes to the round platform bed placed in the center of the room. To the side of the bed was a table loaded with a BDSM enthusiast's favorite sex toys, including a cat o' nine tails, masks, leather clothing and vibrators of all sizes. The walls and ceiling were lined with smoked mirrors with gold leaf trim. The only things