"What as prostitute?" he asked."No, deck hand!" Jo said forcibly."Sorry I thought you were prostitutes," he said, "You dress like prostitutes." It's a...swim suit!" Jo protested, "It's wet," she said but she wasn't as she had already dried off in the afternoon sun."Not allowed under Cuban Law, you come to the Police Station I think," he insisted."We have to get back to the "Empress," Lynnie explained."No, you must come with me, it won't take long," he explained and with an eye on his colt 45. He smiled. Look whos talking, Mrs. Wilson. She blew him a kiss and turned away. He watched her ass as she sashayed across the room. Where you going, doll? he asked. Just freshening up. You better not be heading for the shower. I havent painted you in cum yet. She giggled. Well, I better look pretty then. She bent over the vanity and began applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She dabbed perfume on her neck and pouted at him in the reflection. Then she turned and strutted across the room and stood. She hadn't told me, not to get her clit, so I used my tongue and started tapping it up and down, back and forth. Uh-Oh, she was trembling a lot, but I caught her squirt. It was yummy. I took notice of her reaction if we ever did this again."Oh my goodness Cal, that was an orgasm to remember, ready for yours?" Absolutely," I answered moving up her body. I stopped at her breasts and played for a while with my mouth and tongue."He likes sucking on our little tits," Hannah remarked. "Yours he. "You better go to the school nurse." She said.At last I recovered enough to get out of there. In the hallway I noticed it was after 8:00 am. 'No swap' I thought. I headed for homeroom. I was late by a few minutes.The homeroom teacher said. "Betty, you march right down to the office and don't come back till you are properly dressed. You know jeans are not allowed." She scribbled out a note and handed it to me.I did not waste my breath with a reply. I just took the note and left. I walked to the.