The whooshing sound stopped.When I opened my eyes again, I found I could see the lab again, thoughdistorted. The feelings I'd felt while being pulled ...nto the bottle weregone now, but were replaced with an overall stuffy, cramped sensation.Trying to move was impossible. Then I saw that there was action in theroom. They were picking me up and moving me somehow. They then sat medown again, there was a mirror in view. In it I could see a large glassbottle with something in it. My vision was. Giving me permission, I don't need his fucking permission; if I want to go out and get fucked I will do just that. Fuck him! Maybe if I'm lucky some jealous man over there will catch him and cut his fucking dick off. No matter what I did I could not calm down; with the realization about John, I wanted to get back at him.Getting out of the tub, I began to dry my hair. With my long red hair it always takes a long time to dry. Working it with my brush and dryer I then began to concentrate on my. ‘No, dear. Tonight we’re having dinner and enjoying ourselves. I told the rest and now I’m telling you, I don’t want one word about any of that stuff. It’ll wait until tomorrow. We came on this cruise to enjoy ourselves and, for tonight at least, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.’ She kissed me softly on the lips. ‘And if you’re a good girl, you get dessert.’ I raised an eyebrow. That sounded promising. I looked at Lisa and she just grinned silently. I turned and gave Gretchen a little. I slapped her cunt a little harder to make sure she was aware of it. She groaned louder and had a minor shudder run through her. That's it, that's all I needed.I said she was slim, she couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds. I pulled her tightly to me as I swung around on the bed so we were laying on it instead of leaning on it. I pulled her higher on me so my dick was just at the top of her legs, resting between them but not entering her. I was going to town on her clit and slapping her cunt.