Mind you, I wouldn't have minded being the lad; the night before had shown me that Jen gave as good as she got, and she would be an exciting sexual pa...tner. Somebody was going to be incredibly lucky, and I'd make sure he knew what a fortunate man he was!We had to give up on the kissing after a bit; we were both getting far too excited. It was still raining heavily, and as a quick fuck in the back of the Mini was utterly out of the question for two people our size, we reluctantly agreed to cease. He waited on us the entire time we were there. He brought us wine and appetizers, prepared the dinner, served the dinner, cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen by himself. Tricia never did anything to assist him. When I offered to help Paul Tricia actually stopped me. She explained that Paul was her slave. Serving her and her guests was his duty. Michael, Paul wasn't even permitted to sit at the table and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. He had to eat in the kitchen by himself. On the way. On this cruise they had a lgbtq get together every night. You know me, had to check it out. Met 2 very nice gay couples. Met them both again the next night. The third time I bumped onto them, they were just leaving the bar. I asked, you guys leaving already? They said they had been on a party boat tour during the day, and after more drinking here they were pretty wasted. Said they were going to grab a sandwich and head to one of their rooms. Asked if I would like to join them. Why not, I. ” the smirking blond replied.“Oh really? Then what is your name?” Sam asked.“Carly.”“Carly Conwright?” Sam prompted.“No.”“Then what is your last name?” Sam asked again. The ritual wasn’t going to work if he didn’t know her last name and Sam wanted this girl pregnant. Not just fucked. He wanted her tight little stomach to swell up with his bastard child. Her tits to expanded with milk.“Her last name’s Watson.” a helpful boy chimed in.“Oh. My mistake. I guess I don’t know you at all.” Sam said..