RENEE

As Robert dragged me to the heated pool on the yacht, which he’d informed me of earlier, my insides tingled at the same time as I wondered what he would be doing there with me.

It was no longer blank knowledge that I was freaking wet, and even now, as we walked through the cabin, my feet were slippery, and my thighs trembled heavily.

It was taking all I had not to slide my fingers into my panties and relieve myself, but I couldn’t because Robert had warned me not to touch myself ...