“It’s Olympics night,” he responded gleefully.“Huh?”“Olympics night. Didn’t Debby tell you?”“Nope.”“Probably wanted to surprise ...ou.”I interrupted. “She surely did. What the hell is Olympics Night?”Jeff grinned widely. “Several years ago, we had a party during the Olympics, and somebody bright made a joke about having the girls put on a competition. Any number of witty and not so witty suggestions were made, and the girls argued with us. Anyway, the bottom line was that the following month the. She yelled into Milli."I hear your bells, what are you doing?" Nothing Auntie, I just walked over to the mirror. I feel so wonderful,and sexy in this outfit. "Milli's Bells tinkled with every move."Yes dear you are sexy. I want you to go and stand by the dresser andput your forearms on the dresser, and look in the Mirror. "As Milli leaned on the Dresser, staring at her lovely Bee Stung Lips,so glossy and wet, she noticed the Square Brass Inserts built into thetop of the Dresser, under her. I began going further and further down the shaft, more and more of his cock filling my mouth. I was in a place where only this cock mattered, everything narrowed down to the huge cock slowly forcing it's way past my uvula and into my throat. I was no longer in control. I had never been in control. He was holding the sides of my head as he sawed his hips back and forth, driving that cock into my throat. I had been u*********sly sliding away from the battering of my throat and was soon laying all. Michel, Jean-Pierre, Walter, Salvador, Rob, Adam, Enrique, even Lord Cuthburt. Women, too … Daisy, Greta, Marie, Beatrice, Jacqueline … all appeared in her feverish daydreams. Nothing worked to break the belt or the locks. Nothing worked to wriggle up inside, and give her even a moment’s relief. The rest of that long, long day dragged endlessly on. She could notbear to go on deck, for then she would see the men. She had to send Marie away. When night fell, and Jacqueline returned to the cabin.