He leaves the room and soon returns with the paddle from the bedroom. Then my spanking starts again. How I see it: As I start to spank her, she say..., "I'm sorry I spilled on you. I will do better next time. Please let me make it up to you." My wife is so good in her role-playing. I continue to spank her, stopping now and then to run my hands around her magnificent nice round naked ass, and sometimes my fingers slip down and touch her sex. Now it feels very wet and warm. "Please. With the same end result, right?However, my case was different. I owned the ship in question, yes, but I was also the shipyard owner and I had to pay those workers anyway, whether they were doing anything useful or not. So, until they were ready to start building the cargo-galley they may as well be improving our ships. Further, I was likely to be one of the men out there depending upon the ship to get home again.If it made any difference to them, I thought that having the fastest, most. I shook my head and walked back inside. As beautiful as Hawk and Gretchen were, they didn't hold a candle to Lisa. The sound of her voice directing the purser sent a tingle up my spine and caused an involuntary shiver. I had such a powerful, if momentary, vision of Lisa bent over the rail, me gently making love to her from behind, that it threatened to overwhelm me before I pushed it back. Oh, yes, this was going to be a magnificent cruise.The lack of a kitchen was going to bother me, but for. All of a sudden the woman drops to her knees and begins to dive into her boyfriends pants. Laura’s surprised by this and is trying not to stare. Laura looks away and wonders if she should make a sound so they know she’s there. Laura keeps trying to find other things to entertain herself, but the thought of what’s happening is to exciting for her to pass up.Laura turns back to watch and now the man’s pants are at his ankles and she’s got his hard cock in her mouth. Laura can hear her.