“Don’t wear panties or a bra. Then you’ll be a little different.”“Oh, you naughty man,” Betts giggled. “You want me to go out with my na...ghty bits available for your fingers.”“Maybe not just my fingers,” he said in a deep voice.“I think I like the way you think,” she said as she hugged him. “I would think after all we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours you might not be interested in more fooling around.”“Get serious,” he said as he pulled her to him. “It would take a long time for me to tire. This was easier said than done for I needed a valid visa for Morocco which I didn't have in my passport. What now?There was a group of American tourists in front of the gangway. I managed to join them and smuggle myself in without the bloody visa and without a ticket for the fare. Meanwhile, the ship was en route. I found an officer and explained my situation. Well, to cut this story short: When he saw me, he examined my breasts, my legs and so on, he was immediately keen on me and offered me. And then the knock sounded at the door. I picked my head up and then looked through the floor-to-ceiling 2-foot window that ran next to my door. My boss, Alfred, leaned into view so that I could see him, and I sat up straight to wave him in."Good afternoon, Elizabeth," Alfred greeted me in a grandfatherly voice. "May I borrow a moment of your time?" Of course, of course." I stood politely and gestured to a wing chair.He nodded and then turned around, conspicuously closing the door. I felt the. ...."watch....just watch...." Joyce was mortified....she'd wanted to get into her bedroom, away from all this. Why had Robbie done this to her. She couldn't move. Inside the bedroom, on the bed, Sylvia was on her knees. Robbie was behind her, squatting, with his hands on her hips for balance...and his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Joyce was transfixed. His cock was massive. It looked the same size in length as Robbies but it was as thick as her wrist. And the speed he was generating.