You feel like a total slut. Since we are almost to the flloor, I tell you to hold off. You are being very submissive and obedient, which gets me turne... on even more. We go into the room. It is comfortably furnished with chairs, a bed, table, and there are some discreet hooks in the ceiling. I tell you to stand in front of the table, it has drop leaves, and I can have easy access to your mouth, pussy and ass, if you lean over the center part of the table. I get out a copy of Fetish Times, a very. I told her my 'gaydar' never fails me.As the guy got to about 50 yards away I was facing away from him. I opened my coat and undid my fly, pulling it apart I hooked my shorts under my balls. "I bet he likes this", I told Steph and she nervously said, "Jim, what are you doing? For fuck sake be careful".When the guy was 10 yards away I turned round holding my coat open. Steph looked appalled. The guy stopped in his tracks as I wiggled my cock back and forward. He then came close and without. She knew that most of the passengers were there as partners in a double cabin, but she was certain there were quite a few older males with a wandering eye and the crew always had lotharios hidden in their macho ranks to provide a fun voyage for unattached females.At least now she was fully recovered from her wedding party orgy and ready to move on to new adventures choosing her new partner or partners with her discerning eyes.The bartender was a handsome fellow. She knew he was too handsome and. Jeanne coughed and told Emma, “Don’t worry. It’s not racist to be curious about something and someone different. Now, if that was all that you cared about me, that would be racist.”“Point taken,” Emma blushed a little.“And you, Kay? Truth or Dare?” I asked the third sister.“Truth as well,” Kay answered me.“What’s the sexiest thing about this family?” I asked her.“That’s easy. Incest,” Kay giggled, “though the bisexuality and polyamory, even promiscuity, don’t hurt. Nor do the age disparities. I.