"He did, never once making eye contact with me. He sat at the end of his bed and took my right foot in his hands and began massaging me. My legs were ...arted more than yesterday and if he looked up he would get a very clear look of my black panties...which after only a few seconds he did. He quickly looked away flustered. Over the next couple of minutes, he continued to take quick peeks between my legs as he continued the massage, his face redder than hell itself. I purposely would open and. I replied, “I have a room reservation.”“I doubt that,” he said.When he saw I wouldn’t leave, I told him, “Here is my ID. Can you please check your system? I very sure I have a reservation.”“Oh. Here it is. Are your parents going to be here soon? You aren’t old enough to rent a room,” he told me, sounding like a complete dick.I smiled and said, “Huh. I was sure that everything had been taken care of already. If I read this right, I have the presidential suite, whatever that is. My message told. "She only looked at me angrily and I sighed, "girl you are mine, My property. If the captain or anyone of the crew gets you they will all take turns. Now get the desk."She hesitated and then put the slip bag on top of the desk and pulled it after her as she followed me. It was not that easy for her with the restrains but I was not about to release her. The rest of the crew would take that to mean she was fair game. I stacked everything in one corner of the hold and glared at two crewmen. I first realised I could do it about two months after I left my wife Terry, when I was drunk and violently sick on a new cream-coloured carpet at my parents’ chalet bungalow. And I did it in the presence of my said parents, so there could be no denial.I mean, this was projectile vomiting of the worst kind, from a man so drunk that he wasn’t even able to put a hand to his mouth or attempt to run to the toilet. Of course both my parents were entirely disgusted with me. I had been hitting the.