I had a few drinks while getting well fondled…especially my ass. For the first few hours out, I was the barmaid/waitress/snack-bringer. It was easy ...or me, in a bikini bottom and t-shirt, to flit around getting things done; keep them happy and keeping the drinks filled. I fawned over them and did my best; they, in turn, shoved bills into the bikini.At one point I was asked to go to my cabin [a little thing in the forward part of the boat] to handle a small problem. The guy just took my hand as. So when it went to a commercial we had small talk and her legs kept coming a part just a little giving me a slight peek of her panties. They were cotton and let me tell you she was looking so good. I kept peeking untill i could feel my cock stirring. So i started thinking of other things. Then just about the time i got it to go away there was a commercial going on about dancing. She said that she loved dancing and have not done any sort of dancing for a long time. So i told her that I knew how. I don?t think it?s legal, but I?ve been afraid to test it out. In the mean time, my conniving ex-wife has left me penniless, so I don?t even have the money to buy a decent set of clothing. The best I can do is three dollars a week, and Mrs. Graves makes that out in a check. I never get off of work in time to cash a check, and I?m sure as hell not going to the bank to cash one dressed like a maid. Don?t you see how I?m trapped by these circumstances? It?s slavery, I tell you, and it?s. It came to her only after she watched Peter operate a switch in the control panel, and heard the hum of the electric motor above her. Looking up, she saw the chain lower slowly, then it came to her what was probably about to happen. Susan dare not move, her ankles had been secured to the spreader bar, held widely apart. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, not allowing her the use of them to balance. She stood rather precariously in her spot, dreading what she knew was about to happen. She.