And squealing."Fuck me. You like fucking this fat little pig up the ass, don't you? Making me squeal? Make me squeal." Squeal, you fat, fucking pig." ...ou really like fucking this fat pig up the ass don't you? Fucking my fat piggy ass." Yes I do. I love fucking your fat ass, you fat fucking pig."She had an orgasm. She trembled and her arms and legs shook and she shook her head and I could feel the vibrations moving through the cock into my own body.Then she was incredibly happy. "I love that. He also gave out some advice on do's and don'ts and what the passengers could expect in the ports that were going to be visited. The director also nicely indicated what was expected of the passengers as to the do's and don'ts.After the orientation Jack wandered up two decks to the casino to see what action was there. While it wasn't Las Vegas, there was a good sized casino area with a number of slot machines, card tables and a craps table. There was a version of blackjack that Jack had never. I pulled my bra through my sleeve-hole, and, folding it up into a ball, dropped it into my lap. I felt so sexy to have the cool night air breathe over my nakedness. My nipples hardened and stood at full attention as I pinched them and caressed my hot tits.When I leaned back in my seat, I saw Jeannie staring at my tits, gently caressing her own breasts as she watched me. Instead of buttoning her blouse, she leaned back and opened it so I could see all of her. She moaned when I did the same,. ‘Hi.’ ‘Hi, enjoying yourself?’ ‘Yes, it’s so satisfying to see one of my ladies getting on and enjoying their lives.’ ‘I didn’t catch your name?’ ‘Tracy. Tracy Ross.’ Putting out his hand to shake, John said, ‘Hello Tracy, I’m John.’ ‘Yes I know, Katrina has mentioned you in our talks.’ Shaking his hand she smiled back. Rising up an eyebrow he straightened, ‘Something nice I hope.’ ‘Oh yes, all good.’ and the twinkle in her eye ignited an interest in John that he felt tingle down his spine and.