Then she asked me if I really wanted to talk or just get to the sex part right away. What! Apparently that was not her first cruise. I asked her if we...could at least get undressed and get in bed before we talked. Trish smiled and asked me if I just wanted to see her naked. Yes! Honesty was the best policy, because she said okay and reached behind herself to untie her tiny top and remove it. Then she untied the bow on her hip and let her bottom drop to the floor. Trish then told me that she felt. .. her body sweating in the sun as her brother’s body slammed into her over and over. The pressure inside was building, adding to the exquisite torture, and as she finally climaxed, her body released all control for a moment. She screamed as she realized she was emptying her bladder all over the hanging, bouncing balls of her brother, and spraying the lounger and the concrete with her fluids. Gushing, she came, on and on, completely taken over by the sensations. Barely able to function, she. Yeah! My three workers are a diverse bunch. First, there’s Brenda Lee, a five-foot-ten, heavyset, busty and big-bottomed Asian woman in her mid-thirties with short hair bleached bright green. She used to be a street walker until we crossed paths. I offered her a purpose in life. Instead of working the world’s oldest profession, she could make an honest living. In exchange for a place to stay and three square meals a day, she would work for me. As the groundskeeper of my vast estate in the city. Sheprobably had more going on up top than anyone else in the bar right now,but that was perfectly normal.I couldn't see under the table. Was she wearing new shoes? I hazarded aglance. No, I recognized both the 6-inch black fuck-me boots arcing upher long and shapely legs and the pleated tartan micro-skirt. I could seethat she wasn't wearing panties, but that wasn't unusual for her. Thescent of cherries, booze, and sex wafting across the table told me shewasn't even wearing new perfume.I.