The more I tried to protest the more my mouth and tongue moved around inside her pussy. I didn't know what to do. Stacy was riding back and forth over...mouth, rubbing her pussy deeper into my mouth.Stacy was too busy to notice what was happening below her as I had a hold of her firm bare ass. She continued to ride up and down on my mouth. I felt her pussy get very wet. At some point she stopped fighting with Melissa and looked down and saw my face crammed into her crotch. She yelled "What the. She shouldbe aware that I was likely to be watching, so it would be wise for her to doeverything she could to bring me pleasure while doing so. She looked slightlyconfused, probably wondering how this could be punishment, until I told hershe was not allowed to cum. I explained that once her teasing time was over,she should re-lube and refit herself with the chastity belt, lock it in place,show the camera the lock was in place tightly, hang up the keys and leave theroom. I left her for a moment. I would have to hit the store soon; with loads of cum the size of his, things were going to get messy unless I had some panty liners or tampons. Especially, if morning sex was going to be a regular thing. I didn’t want to walk around with a big wet spot between my legs and, I didn’t want to make a mess on the seat of the truck.We wound up sitting with a couple of the guys we’d had dinner with the night before. There were some cute comments passed around and I was looked over pretty well by. Since he knew well where to find what he needed, he usually participated in these expeditions himself.Umberto Gomez suggested, early-on, that we needed ship-to-shore communications for these trips away from the ship. He and his foraging partners soon had secured us top-of-the-line battery-operated walkie-talkies, suitable for keeping in touch, at least at short-range, with our people when they left the protection of the ship.Martin Kazner, operating from the radio room in his wheelchair, served.