"Oh, yes, Skipper. It will make things much easier for me if I don't have to send every little complaint to you." Very well. However, Defaulters' Logs...will be kept on the computer and I will review them regularly. I reserve the right to step in as and when I deem it necessary. Naturally any discipline of your immediate reports, the Junior Officers, is always referred to me. Also I will be available as an appeal from any punishment you may order." Appeal?" asked the Purser."Yes. If anyone wishes. The blonde gave an exasperated sigh. "Can I get a ride, man?" Uh..." Glenn said.He'd been warned about picking up hitchhikers. He'd heard all the stories of highway robbers and murderers, not to mention the bums. But looking at her, she didn't look like any of those things. She was wearing clean clothes, and looked like she'd showered that morning. If she weren't there on the side of the road, it would be easy to picture her as one of his parents' friends' kids. Anyway, she looked hot."Yeah,". I continued pumping her while looking at her new tattoos. The dreadful realization of what I had gotten us into was sinking in. “Come on you wimp, feel that nigger cum on your little white cock, feel how powerful and intoxicating it is.” This idea of my wife fucking a BBC in front of me had spiraled out of control. I pumped her pussy faster, feeling Jamal’s nigger seed inside my wife and making her pussy slippery, leaking out and dripping down my own balls. She was stretched out from his. It was gentle and soft but definitely there. At first I thought it was the waves or seaweed but I looked down and saw coming out of the shallow water long thin tentacles weaving their way over my body. Already they had reached my throat and I started to struggle, no longer was it a nice feeling but restrictive and threatening. The tentacles bound themselves around my arms and legs holding my arms down and my legs apart exposing my crotch. A tentacle gently wrapped itself around my neck and.