It was a pleasure. On the Thursday morning I received a message asking 'Full service required this lunchtime, approx 1 hour, at Gresham Street. Is thi... possible?'It wasn't really possible but I said yes and he replied with the address. I left my desk at work and said I was popping to the post office. Instead I got on the tube and rushed across London. It had been three months since I serviced Philippe's wonderful penis. I missed it.Philippe stood outside a glass fronted office block and greeted. It was on such a ship that Jennifer now found herself. *** Jennifer had chosen Copenhagen because she had read a book in the library where she worked in Ohio that described the bizarre Danish sex shows for the tourist who knew where to look. She expected to find her thrills down some dark ally, through a door beyond the reach of the street lights. She had never been to Denmark before, and had never heard of the special sex show cruise ships on which absolutely anything goes. These were a. "Ahhhh!"After hearing her groan I thrust both my tongue and a finger between Bernie's juicy-wet folds causing her to squeal with pleasure."Do me! Do me!" She cried. Her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps now, so to hasten her climax I circled a finger around her asshole."YES! OH, GOD, YES!"The finger rammed in to the third knuckle and she began moving as if it were my cock up her ass. Bernie was as hot as I'd ever seen her. Her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps as I eased my finger. I looked in the direction she indicated and saw Natalie’s car a few rows ahead of where we sat. There was no mistaking that! ‘I’m sorry, Brook. I guess I was just trying to deny this could actually be happening to me, to us,’ I apologized. ‘It’s pretty obvious that it’s your mother in that hotel. She’s lying to both of us, and cheating on me. We have to accept that fact and determine what to do now.’ Then my cell phone rang! I knew who it was before I even looked at my phone. It was Natalie. I.