“Are we gonna fuck Tiffany again tonight?” Mark nodded. “She will be at the piano bar again tonight, I'll bet on it.”My gut tightened. What di... I just hear?“Let's film it this time. I want a souvenir of the cruise!” Mark again nodded. He seemed to be deep in thought and stared at his beer. “It's gonna be a big night.” He said.The blood ran out of my face and my guts were in an uproar. I felt really light headed. I called for the check and slipped away unnoticed. I stood at the railing and. .. yes." Then, part of getting away from it all should be not having to clean. Trust me, we have everything well in hand. You just relax, and enjoy your time with us. Okay?"Part of me wanted to jump in and help with the cleaning... while another part of me was telling me to just relax. I guess my hard-working nature was trying to keep me busy. I knew I couldn't really explain my urge to help, so I just began to relax and unwind. Accepting that I was to be taken care of was going to take a bit. Kneeling now beside him on the bed, left hand hard around his prick, she could get a really sharp swing. More like when she got caned on the palm at junior school. She hit straight across his piss hole, six times in a row on the same spot and then turned her left hand so that she could get at him all over the purple head that was rapidly turning an angry dark red. His screams were wild and piercing despite being half muted by the gag. For a bit he became more erect and holding his penis lower. I asked her who trained herand her story floored me. When she got inducted intoher sorority in college, they put her in a room with afemale jock who had a big reputation as an athlete, butwas not real bright and they figured she could helpkeep the jock playing sports. She moved in the same time as the jock and as soon asthe door closed, the jock told her to take her clothesoff, to which she said no and the jock threw her on herbed and ripped her clothes right off her back and whenshe started to.