Jess again took control and instructed us to check the menu for our choices which he duly conveyed to the ever attentive waiter.Dinner passed without ...urther embarressment as we discussed the usual things travellers talk about.Jess inquired if I was interested in seeing the show meaning the ships entertainment but my mind was on a different sort of show and I blurted “ Yes, um I mean no.” I hastily added I am not interested in cabaret dancers.Timmy squealed softly as little girls do and took my. At this point he would do anything for me. It was no problem getting him to strip and lie down on the bed for me to tie up."Facedown honey, I want to spank my bad boy a little." He had grinned like halfwit and rolled over.Once he was secured I kissed him on the cheek and put the ball gag on him. I had brought along a bag of surprises and the rope and gag were only the first.I went to the door and opened it. "Where was that ass-hole?" I thought.There, walking down the hall with his usual swagger. During this time, the stress was starting to have an impact on my body. I had taken up drinking and, doing research, found a way to consume alcohol that wouldn’t leave any smell on my breath. I carefully measured my doses like medicine, ensuring I would never be drunk, only warm and buzzing.During the weekends, I would not drink entirely, making sure my body didn’t grow too accustomed to the alcohol and stop working. This helped for a while, but the stress found it’s way back.I began to create. Dottie headed for the stairs to make a no splash entrance but I chose to jump in the deep end and slowly swim the breast stroke toward Dottie and some of her friends. One of the older men told me not to be embarrassed with a hardon, just enjoy the attention. He said, "I haven't had a hardon like that in a decade and it's good to remind me what once was :o)" I made my way over to Dottie who was talking with a couple of nice looking older women. When I got close she turned.