Renee hated herself for it, but how could she deny it? Watching Fran get fucked, eating her sloppy cunt had roused her to such a high pitch of excitem...nt she would have fought the blonde girl for the privilege of being next.The strain across her lower belly was excruciating. Every muscle in her crotch was pulled taut. Just breathing disturbed them enough to titillate her.God! What was Manuel waiting for? She couldn't wait to feel his prick digging into that tight hole, tearing her apart.She. Johnson I mean." A couple of years."Again Lynn waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate. She looked around the cabin again, and then back at Hans. It seemed to her that he was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic. She felt vaguely uneasy in his presence, vaguely threatened by his massive body, and the way his eyes never left her, even though he wasn't saying anything. She searched for some topic of conversation just to last until she had her drink and could go topside. .”“Yes, what?”“Oh ... oh, I mean, Yes, Sir.”Her answer confirmed his suspicions. She was a submissive, but did she realize it? Women were so analytical ... she must know, or suspect. When he spoke his voice was low, but fiery. “And now you want me to let you make yourself cum; not with me, but in a shithouse where I can’t enjoy watching you get off. You are really a selfish bitch, you know that, Rana?”“Yes, sir! I mean no sir! I---I---I don’t know what I mean! I---I just need to touch. "Now I was intrigued and could feel my own cock getting hard. I had crossdressed a couple times before, mostly just the black lace g-string that had earned me my first pounding from Uncle Bill and once around the age of 12, a slutty night shirt my mother used to wear. It was cut homemade off the shoulder and reached just pass my little cock. It was a 3/4 sleeve, softball style shirt, but the front did not bear the name of a team or city. In bold black letters on the front, it proclaimed: Beat.