She feels tight inside," he said as his finger continued its onslaught.Bella was wiggling in the chair. She was actually trying to pump herself on his...fingers in her pussy. She was quit a spectacle to see. At that moment, she did not care. She was helpless to do anything about it. She tightened her pussy on the digits, grabbing at them like they were a small cock. Her clit was trapped by the others fingers, twisting and turning the hard, red bud, stimulating her body. They were not soft fingers. Won't happen again," he said, standing back up.Amy turned to Bob."Thank you Captain. I assure you this is not how we expect our people to act."Bob smiled. "As long as they don't fall overboard while we're underway I suppose no harm will come of it."Bill had grabbed Julie and was trying to get her back to the stateroom she had been assigned. She was complaining drunkenly "But I didn't cum yet," which generated loud "shhhhhhh" noises from Bill, who looked over his shoulder anxiously at his. The seat adjusted to fit me and a glowing set of dials and numbers appeared on the inside of the wind-shield. They showed a pair of lines that looked like they matched up with the ground perfectly, and a tiny little dot that, a bit of peeping proved, was aligned with my glorious Rec’s nose. Except calling it Rec was all wrong. My palm slid along the inside and I whispered. “You ready, my...” I paused. “My Glory?”Glory rumbled under me and I purred right back, pressing my thighs together.“Don’t. Some of the women had two or three of the poor dumb bastards buying them drinks at the same time in hopes of taking them home or to their cars for a little nookie later in the evening. Many of the young "ladies" would cadge drinks from the dumb men until just before closing time. Usually at last call or slightly before there would be a large exodus of these women. They would use the pretense of going to the restroom before leaving with the young man that had treated them for the evening to.