I have the company credit card.”Lynn looked at me. She was a bit shocked but then she just laughed and she looked amazing when she laughed like that... I guess she didn’t have much to laugh at so all her feelings came out when she did.We both chattered away at each other. Talked about everything in our lives. I know I was looking at her boobs, but I equally know that she was looking at me every time I moved. We ordered. Lynn just a salad and I had a burger with fries and gravy. She was refilling. "So who is the girl with the boobs," a slight older than the average male asked."Sort of my sister," I said."Must be a bitch to have a younger sister who looks like that?" the jerk asked."I don't mind that she is a knockout," I said."No reason to. It wouldn't do any good to mind, would it now?" he asked."No I suppose not," I said."I'm sure you get lots of her left overs?" he said."Actually that is true," I said. "I usually strangle them, but occasionally I stab them." For some reason he decided. They were all friendly in a controlled way. Smiling and being nice to me. I was at that time naïve inexperienced to understand the signals they were sending out. Over flowing with testosterone and away from their women, an 18-year-old slim white guy like me made it hard for them to ignore the sexual use I could be to them.It was hard work in hot conditions making me sweat. I eventually stripped off to my shorts, they were an old pair, tight fitting, the material hugged tight into my ass crack.. He said, “I am sorry if that made you feel a little uncomfortable, but to be honest, you are very hot and sexy. I just could not control myself touching you.” I appreciated that he understood the boundaries and backed off. He started going to the lower berth.I said, “Hey, wait, thanks for understanding but you can stay here” and I touched his chest while saying this. He was shocked. I could see a big bulge in his pants now. He quickly pushed me towards the window side of the berth and made me.