There comes a pint where you realise you are not in control, but you let it go on (as if you have a choice by now, stupid sissy). After all you’ll j...st give him a blow job and he’ll go away happy.Next you are in his hotel room.Before you have a chance to drop to your knees and unzip his fly, he is holding both you hands behind you and forces you onto the bed, face down.You feel helpless and pathetic. He is so much stronger than you…especially whilst you are in stilettos and dressed as you. After a while, I touched her where she wanted and started rubbing her with my fingers. I pushed one finger halfway in and she moaned even louder.Then I took my hand out and pulled her shorts and panties in one go and threw it across the room somewhere. I kissed her thighs immediately. I could see how moist she was.I put my finger back in and finger-fucked the hot junior girl with it. In a while, I put two fingers and was fucking her like that. I curled my fingers inwards hoping to hit my hot. I dropped her from about two feet and watched her bounce, enjoying the surprised look on her face before I pressed my face again to her pelvis and kissed all the area around her mound. I nuzzled in the soft down above her slit, then kissed my way down one thigh and up the other.I spread her legs and gently kissed her slit from top to bottom and back again. My tongue flicked out, barely past my lips so that my taste buds could enjoy the experience that was Robbie. I'd tasted how many girls?. "Relax, doc!" The captain smiles you pass him. "Nothing but clear skies and smooth seas for miles." He motions to a small red cooler of beer at his feet. You wonder how much of the hold is devoted to this man's beer.You start to correct him, but have come to take the term as a nickname more than a title. Though it does slightly sting. You're a mere grad student, not a doctor. The researcher in charge is back on land, along with the rest of the (all-female) graduate team. The dirty old fart.