I couldn’t wait until she turnedaround but I knew she would make the show last a fewminutes longer. After having kicked off her jeans she stood ...p, theonly sound you could hear were the cameras clicking andBeth’s deep breathing. Beth stood there for severalminutes spreading her ass cheeks so the cameras couldget a close look at her glory hole. She twisted herbody into several different poses providing us withglimpses of her love nest.Looking over her shoulder she reached behind her. Alcohol was severely limited on our boat. We didn't want anything to distract the people from gambling, and too much alcohol could do that. This caused a problem when a drunk potential gambler tried to come on board and our security blocked him at the gangplank. On a couple of occasions, we had to rescue men who were so drunk that they fell into the river when they were stopped on that narrow entranceway.When we got back to New Orleans, we compared income for upriver versus downriver, and the. ..I’m a sissy cuck. My...master demanded that I offer you my wife for the night. To do whatever you want to her.” Ian found himself looking at his feet as he explained. Glossy, white high heels over his white stockings. He couldn’t bring himself to look his wife or his father in the eyes. Patrick grinned and stepped close to Wendy. She grimaced and looked away in shame, as the old man brazenly flipped her shirt up. Her large breasts fully bared to him. “Nice tits.” He told her as he gave them a. But more details invaded his mind. Something blocked his view on his legand the man dragging him along. Said something made him curse. Only tofreeze as he heard his own voice. This was not possible. He, Kristen, awoman? Impossible.With panic, he started to thrash. Fighting against his restraints andthrashing around. All it did was giving him a view of a row of pods as hewas dragged along and a nasty chuckle from his captor."A fighter! What a delight."The long hallway came to an end as Kristen.