”“But still,” she continued. “Can’t you make an exception this time?”“Nope!” I told her. “Now pay up.”Wendy knelt down and started...pulling my belt buckle apart. My seventeen year old, step-sister made a bet with me and was trying to renege on it.“Want something for your knees?” I asked her.“No,” she replied. “Let’s just get this over with.”Wendy likes to gamble. Most of the time, she gambles other people's money. But when she’s out of options, she’ll bet her ass. Like she did with me this time.. I was angry at Kent for blackmailing me. But I was even more upset with myself because once again I was succumbing to my fantasies. I was becoming aroused. I wouldn't want anyone to know it, but if Kent had a change of heart, if his conscience started to bother him and he put his clothes on and went home I'd be very disappointed!As soon as he was naked, Kent took me into his arms and kissed me like a lover. I returned his kiss, reluctantly at first. I didn't want to seem too eager. But soon our. She hadn’t had a chance. And I don’t think Sophia had tried that hard. Not like she had tried to seduce my Xandra. Maybe Minx was too sexually free, or maybe it was the fact Minx enjoyed Xera too much that Sophia hadn’t bothered.That had to change.I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass before I sauntered down the deck to Angela and Sophia. The sailors, all big men, eyed my wife with hungry eyes. Seeing Xandra gangbanged, dripping with cum and wearing a smile on her lips shot. '"You got it, girl. Now get to work." I hoped that four hours of pulling,brewing and pouring might take my mind off what was happening to me. Nota chance. Every interaction with a customer was different, and, in mostcases, better. The women were friendlier, for the most part, and the menwere a LOT friendlier, if you get my drift."The highlight of the morning was when Mr. Peterson rolled up in his BMWconvertible. You know him. A sweet old guy, seventy-something, and hiswife died of cancer, what,.