Long ago they had told me to stop calling them Mr. and Mrs. Carter and they called me Dot or Dottie. Neither of them was what you would call a spring ...hicken. John was a retired builder, very successful, and they lived lavishly off of the rents they received. As you can imagine, virtually the entire crew knew them by sight and treated them like deities. At least twice on every cruise, they dined with Hanspeter and me at the Captain's Table, along with other moneyed guests that Daddy asked us to. We hadrummaged through Natalie's massive wardrobe and managed to find four ofthe daintiest, frilliest, and shortest Easter dresses Natalie had wornwhen she was between eight and twelve years old.Each dress was a different color; Natalie's was pale mint-green, Siswore pale pink, Laurie's was a soft pale yellow, and I wore virginalwhite. Ruffles, bows, frills, and lace trim adorned each dress. Thefull skirts were made even fuller by the voluminous petticoats peekingout from underneath. The swish. I played with it gently and felt his big balls underneath. They were enormous. I moved down and tried to suck them but I could only get one in my mouth. I kept rubbing his small fat cock as I licked his ball bag and then moved up putting his cock in my mouth.The helmet was swollen now and I licked all over it gradually pulling the long foreskin back. There was clear pre-cum glistening all over the tip and I licked it up greedily.“Will you cum for me Daddy? I want you to fill my mouth with your. Eric nodded again, pouting, looking pitiful and childlike, at the snub."Now, go get me a glass of wine," Julia said casually as she sat down onthe couch smiling, crossing her legs with a seductive elegance that madeEric's cock pulse.He trotted off towards the kitchen to do her bidding, trying to ignorehow servile and used he felt. He couldn't help but steal glances at herwhile pouring her wine. Just sitting on the couch, Julia was gorgeous,secure in her beauty and the power she had, confident,.