“When I saw how thick the steaks were cut, I was afraid the meat would be tough, but this is the tenderest steak I’ve ever eaten, bar none. You ca... almost cut it with a fork, and the taste is great, too. I think I’ve just fallen in love with buffalo meat.”As they stared, embarrassed, at the still way-too-big, blazing fire they had created to cook with, they took their time eating, savoring the taste as they tried to appease the roaring appetite that came with the enhancement. Both began to. Our stay in Amsterdam was short and we enjoyed the typical tourist sights. A sex show was a must of course. I rejoined the ship for the return journey home with a great feeling of trepidation. Would I have to experience the same brutal sex treatment as on my outward voyage? I wanted gentle caring sex with my lover Ian, not to be used by everyone like a whore. It wasn’t long before I realised I was destined to be just that. They were to use and abuse me all ways on our journey home. We left. Her orgasm seemed to be starting in three places at the same time, the thrills shooting from her nipples and tongue and clit simultaneously, then all rushing together into one creamy whirlpool deep inside her churning belly.She tried to hold back from the crest, to prolong the joy of this build-up, and to wait for the wolves to pump her full of fuckjuice before she let the wild peak come ripping through her frenzied body. It wouldn't be long, she knew. She could feel preliminary fuckjuice. My cock has stayed perpetually hard while I've watched her move around the kitchen in her skimpy nighty. "Not until late, around 8 o'clock tonight, I think," she smiles. "Think that gives us enough time?" she asks coyly."For what, S!s?" I tease between bites of pancake."For whatever you want," she whispers, her voice taking on a seductive tone."I want you," I answer honestly, her eyes reflecting the same lustful feelings I'm having. "What are we waiting for?" she asks, clearing the table and.