He brought them over and handed one to me. I took it, my hands trembling. I had never tasted alcohol. I took a small sip. It was sweet with a slight t...ng to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human instincts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me? Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated. I. "You're a virgin?" he enquired"Only to the aspect of being with a real man."Bert led her to the white leather chair in the corner and then stood behind her. He reached under her skirt and slowly slid the silk panties down her legs. Lana softly moaned at the feeling of his warm hands against her skin. Bert then had her place one foot on the seat cushion as he dropped his trousers and boxers.He reached for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand and coated his fingers. He softly applied the. "I'm glad you like it," she smiled up at me, leaning forward and barely exposing the bottoms of her cheeks, sticking her butt out proudly. Briana arched her back as she did, pointing her tiny cones out. The breeze and her arousal gradually made them harder. Her nipples were clearly defined through the thin tube top. Her bare midriff was just as beautiful, her skirt rode low under her hips, exposing so much of her small body. We explored the rest of the ship together, flirting playfully. He had me there, every morning I would leave him with half a blow job and just as he was getting into it I'd pull away but not before snapping a picture to send to him while he's midway through his working day. Then he'd come home, sit quietly all through dinner and then he'd take me by the hand and lead me upstairs where he'd continue to ravish me. "Tristan, I know how bored you get at work so I thought I'd just send you a little pick me up" I smile as innocently as I could. "Keep your legs.