"“Yes, Nasil,” I said. “It has been for you for a while now.”I looked at Chris and saw that he liked my statement and our little bit of banter..."I have an idea," said Chris.He came over and whispered to me as we quickly washed off the soap before the water ran dry. No time for you to soap us up in turn, which I would have liked, but Chris, being the master of your pleasure had a better idea. He obviously knew your fantasy very well.We all walked to the foredeck, where there was a single recliner. I pulled my finger back and and placed it in my mouth tasting her tangy sweet juices which made my cock throb in anticipation! She turned over looked at me and said now it's your turn for a massage,reaching out with her right hand she firmly grasped my swollen seven inch cock and slowly began tugging on it.I told her that it felt much better the way she touched it than it ever did when I was alone.She proceeded to place her mouth on my cock at first slowly licking the sides where the blue veins. She should teach me everything important about the company and the profession I had chosen. As I learned very quickly, she interpreted this teaching very ... well, comprehensive...Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day. She held me at arms’ length and just moved me like an empty box. “Put him on the blanket,” she ordered and puddy tat helped me to the center of the square where a blanket had been thrown on the floor.I went to my hands and knees. There was a soft groan, and I looked to the side to see Mistress Tracey laying holly on the blanket. “You can sleep here tonight,” Mistress Gloria said. Then she added in a falsely cheerful voice, “Happy Honeymoon.” After that, they all left, leaving holly and me alone.