The three Russians passed me around all day, one would finish with me and the next would be there waiting his turn. That night it was Igor’s turn fo... some private time with me. Igor took me to his cabin and he wasted no time. He tied me face down and spread eagle to his bunk. He then took a rag and stuffed it into my mouth. He took his leather belt off and stood next to the bunk. He let the belt fall across my ass. Just letting it touch my ass so I could feel it. He then said something in. "They'll make me feel good," she said by way of explaining them. "A woman always feels good if she's wearing sexy underwear." Ok mum, I'll remember that."At twenty-five past eight precisely, she came out of her room and I wolf whistled in appreciation."You're gorgeous mum." I took hold of her hands and touched my lips to hers, "Truly beautiful." I know I'm not Danny, but a girl does like to hear things like that occasionally." Ok, you're not." I laughed, "So they'll be wasted on you, shall I go. “Ok” I said quietly. Somehow this whole fucked up situation was really turning me on.“O.K. Sir goddamnit!” Michael shouted. Not it was Michael’s turn to sit up in bed as anger flashed across his face. “Tiffany, pass me my belt, your son needs to learn some manners,” said Michael as he started to stand up, apparently to beat me with his belt. But a look of panic flashed across my mother’s face and suddenly she took Michael back into her mouth and furiously started stroking him at the same time. I’m going to try these on. I want you to tell me what you think,” said Ann. Ann approached the fitting room area with Jack in tow right behind her. “How many clothes do you have?” asked the lady behind the desk.“Eight,” responded Ann. They lady gave Ann the number eight signifying that she had eight articles of clothing inside the changing room stall. Ann walks in behind a curtain and follows the hallway as it bends to the left for more privacy. She glances around to see all the stall doors.