She woke me up and I saw I had slept for one hour and she was fully dressed with makeup and everything, she looked like she just walked in the office....he was asking let’s go and have lunch as she is hungry, and yeah, I was really hungry too also had good sleep but when I saw her all dressed up, I got a hard on again, she said no, not now she has to dress again, I said no way and she removed her saree again and I just lifted her petticoat and made her sit on me and removed he bra and started. I was totally in love with thisman and had a pretty good idea he loved me, too. Beyond a couple of kisses, we had not really been intimate and Irealized I knew very little about him as well. I resolved to fix thatpart on this voyage and thought, "And as for the intimate part? We'lljust have to see."When I woke the next morning, I had a moment of anxiety. Was it possiblethat this whole experience was some kind of fantasy wish fulfillment?Was I dreaming this adventure, maybe after falling down. She’d fucked me alright, but now she had the balls to text me, probably from Uncle Charles’ house inviting him to join her when he got back. My hand slammed into the bulkhead balled in a fist and splintered the wooden plank…along with most of the bones in my hand as some of them broke the skin with the compound fractures. Not a tear was shed or sound made as the underlying roar of the engines covered my enraged blast, I was just that angry at both of them. I went topside and approached. She was shouting something to me, but with all the noise I couldn’t hear what it was she was saying. The music slowed and finally came to a halt. The other diners were still clapping and cheering as Shilla pointed to my front. Both my tits had parted company from my top and were now completely naked and on show to everyone. I blushed and hurriedly tried to make myself decent. Shilla put her arms around me and said that I was the star of the evening. .