I drank my champagne slowly. Suddenly she spoke. ‘The bedroom’s through there,’ she pointed, ‘go and get undressed and wait for me.’ I sat p...rfectly still. ‘You don’t want to go to bed with me?’ ‘You said it, Mira – you may own Ivanova but you don’t own me. I know I behaved like a whore when we were on the boat but that’s not me – it’s not what I am.’ For a moment or two I thought she was going to explode, she seemed to be wrestling with herself mentally. Then she sighed, put her glass down and. . “Guy, take your book and lie on our bed pretending you went to sleep reading. I need to take another pic of you.”“Who’s this one going to? I hope you’re not planning to send a pic of my naked ass to Ms. Naomi.”“You got it Bro! Now, spread your legs and put your elbows out to the side with your head down, like you went to sleep reading.”“RACHEL! Don’t pull my cock back like that and suck on it ... We can’t send her a pic like this!”“C’mon Guy. I was primed and ready for some pussy from the. However, I did not think she would be interested much less start something before we even got to the ship! Taking a slight look toward Nor, I can see a slight smile across her face. Checking that the coast is clear, I take Noreen’s wrist and she looks at me with an inquisitive look as her hand stops and releases my nylon cock. With my right hand I stretch my elastic waist band and pull the front down to reveal my swollen stud. Placing her hand against my smooth surface, she grips it gently and. He told me that was nonsense and order me a scotch and told me to come over to the stool next to him. They both introduced themselves, Marco (white guy) and Ken (black guy). They were also watching the game which was coming to an end but we somehow managed to finish a second scotch together. This was now my 5th drink and I was getting pretty buzzed and was glad I was almost able to call it a night. With a minute left in the Marco called over the bartender and order one more scotch, Ken declined.