Shaking her head, she continued to deny his instructions.Swift as anything, she felt her skirt being lifted above her waist followed by an immediate:S...AP!His hand came down across her curved backside, and was immediately followed by another.SLAP!“Oh god! You wouldn’t dare!”SLAP! SWAT! SLAP!The blows continued to fall as Max warmed up, sliding his foot between her feet and forcing her to spread her legs a little farther. She was trapped, bent over the table, her hands held by her husband, her. ”“Well, why didn’t you make a move then?” he asked seriously wondering.“Umm, I don’t know. I was nervous.”“So was I,” he stated.I looked confused. He explains, “look the stairwell was impulse. I saw you and to be honest, you were the most gorgeous woman I had even seen, and it may sound crazy but I had to kiss you. I couldn’t go the rest of however long it’d be until I saw you again wondering what the kiss would’ve been like. And I didn’t make a move on the date because I didn’t want you to. "But John, you're old enough to be my father." I chose not to tell him that when I was on shore and my husband was at sea, my mother and I shared Daddy's bed almost every night – unless Uncle Mike was around, in which case it would be a foursome. Nor did I choose to tell him that I knew, had expected, that he would hit on me the moment that I learned that his wife was sleeping."Eleven tonight, forward entrance to the casino." Then I went about my Cruise Director duties.The son of a bitch was. I entered, laying my towel over the back of a chair."Want anything to drink?" Michelle asked. I declined, but she went to the kitchen to retreive her wine glass."Ta-Daaaa!" Jackie said, appearing from her bedroom. Jackie's suit was almost truly indecent, and I could feel my prick begin to bulge right away. Jackie's suit top was no more than two small circles of fabric that covered her nipples, just barely, and were held in place by very, very thin strings. The bottoms were high, french-cut,.