"Stupid bitch. You don't get money for yourself. You wanted to give it to a black goddess? Now you have. I should take your car too except mine i... better anyway." She said this for the benefit of our teller.When we got back to my car she threw the keys across the parking lot."Fetch fido" She laughed. I ran and grabbed them with my mouth. She wouldn't' have to ask me to humiliate myself. I wanted it to be easy for her. She howled at this when I came back. "You drive." We didn't talk. When I step in, he looks up from his paperwork in surprise and smiles a huge smile. “Well, hello beautiful! Welcome back!” he stands up and moves to the side of the desk, gesturing for me to give him a hug. This might be totally inappropriate managerial behavior, but he has always been affectionate with me and it doesn’t bother me a bit. Rick is brutally hot. Tall and slender, with dark hair and eyes. I have a bit of a crush on him myself, but he’s married, and that is something I won’t mess. We set sail that afternoon, drinking champagne and hard liqueur, so by seven in the evening, when it was time for dinner I made my excuses and told my husband I would meet him back there within the hour, he nodded as I made off, still not revealing my cabin number.Be the time I reached the cabin I was on a high and as I entered all the men were drinking and one was in his underpants. I pushed in and closed the door behind me, all the time looking at the man in his underpants, studying his cock. The poor punctuality was deliberate, so as to ensure that Carl would already be there. He was, and was sitting at a table with his back to the window. I ushered Kelly into the restaurant and walked up to Carl."Hello, Carl, so sorry we're late. Can I introduce you to my wife, Kelly! Oh! How stupid of me! I forgot, you two already know each other, don't you?" Carl's jaw dropped, his face was ashen. Kelly looked as if she was about to cry. "It's all right," I said, "I'm not about to make a scene,.