I went to my cabin and found Anna with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face as she looked around at the walls."What's wrong," I aske... her."This room. It's too small." For what?"She gave me 'the look'. "The bed," as if that answered the question.I looked at the bed in question. "OK?" Max, you can't sleep the four of us in that tiny bed."Something clattered on the deck behind me. I looked and there was a maintenance worker with a slightly shocked look on her face with a tool on. The lube drips down onto my balls then across your aching pussy. I press against your body and you feel a painful burn deep inside and try to pull away. But I instruct you, "hold still, this will only hurt for a minute but then you will be aching for it to never stop" You appreciate my powerful voice relaxing you and feel me press harder until your ripped asshole opens and my cock head impales you again and again, oh so slowly. It is painful at first and you bite your lower lip, yet I keep. Not here. Not like this.He rested his hand just above her shimmering pussy and repeated, "Please what? Beg me to fuck you, little girl. That pretty little head of yours may think otherwise, but your pussy WANTS the words to come out of your sweet mouth."Now say it. Say it. Say it. Please, Mister. You know the rest."His hand slid lower and her breathing came even quicker."Please fuck me, Mister." She couldn't believe she'd just said it. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was just a slut who wanted to. I felt moisture gathering in myeyes.Samantha looked at me with shock on her face.Carol looked at me with a deeply compassionate expression. "Awww!" Oh, Kimmie!" Samantha said. "I'm so sorry! You didn't know how smallyou were, did you, baby?" She stood up and walked over in her barefeet, leaving her shoes, and hugged me. She wiped under my eyes like amother with child. "It's a good thing you're not wearing mascara yet." Yet?" I said with panic. I felt the tip of my cock--my tiny.