‘Is she nervous? Are you nervous?’ Mr Parslow asked, his focus fluctuating between his wife and I, before he immediately reiterated that I needn�...t be, not with such an ‘effortlessly profound erotic persona’. He was charming, in a pompous, dirty old man sort of way, which kinda alleviated the pain of having two metal grinders chomping on my bosoms. I can be highly amenable for gentlemen of a certain persuasion. I could see he took his photography very seriously. I liked that about him. Men are. Mark reached into a drawer and pulled something out and slipped it into his pocket. We ran upstairs to the top deck as quick as we could manage. The deck was a scene of pure chaos. Mark handed me a life jacket and started putting one himself. A steward was pointing us in the direction of a life raft as another wave hit. The next thing I remember is losing my footing and then blackness.I coughed myself awake. I slowly opened my eyes whilst spitting out what felt like a lung full of salt water. I. I do not drink normally. However, I knew that if I refused, there could be another argument. I took a gulp. I did not like the bitter taste of whisky. I decided to gulp it down in one shot and then hear the men. I finished the glass in one straight big gulp and looked at them. I almost blanked out for a moment. Both of them clapped. Mukesh said, “Neha, you be the judge. Your husband is repeatedly asking me to get married. I am telling him that I have a reason and I will never, repeat never get. I want to feel both of your mouths on my dick, licking and sucking away at it," I instructed the young man.Martin grinned and immediately planted a kiss on my dick, while I asked, "Who will cook the food?" Let us handle that. Lowell and me. We're a couple. We should work together on it," Mary suggested with a wink.Meanwhile, Belle got to her knees to join her brother and plant her share of kisses on my cock. They began licking each side of my stiffening rod, sometimes, letting their tongues.