”I had been instructed to only wear sweats, nothing else. So I dropped the pants, stepped out of them, pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it ...to the floor. Then I bent down, untied the Nikes, removed them and stood up. My bare feet could feel the wooden floor. It was rough but had been smoothed with years of use.Suddenly I was grasped from behind. Both my nipples were squeezed hard! My pussy roughly probed. I did not say anything. All I could see were arms covered in black material. “She. ‘Tail to head ... Just the sides. Then cut here, behind the head, and filet right down to the tail.’ We set to cleaning, her demonstration echoing in our vision.We were no match for her precise speed, especially in the gloom of night, but we did the job what justice we could and added to the bucket that slowly filled up with thin lengths of flesh. In time, the work was done, capped by the disposing of the carcasses and cleaning up of slimy knives and hands. Heather led the way topside where the. I watched her a few moments as she licked her lips, then in a soft sexy voice she said to me "how would you like to have something other than fish on your hook" she smiled as she fully unbuttoned her shirt. I walked over to her with a hard on that could rival my fishing pole, standing directly infront of her she wrapped her legs around me as I licked the tops of both tits working my way up to her neck before sticking my tongue in her mouth.Our kiss was not with the passion of lovers but with. . every day ... or so it seemed.Tourism, not the power it would become, but a goodly portion of the coastal states annual income, was down, fishing was disrupted and boating ... the pleasure kind ... the kind that brought the ding of marine fuel pumps and the crash of closing cash drawers had been non existent. The locals had never seen so bad a September ... but they said that every year.The Duchess of Bedford was one of the several "sturdy Canadian Pacific liners which were known as "Drunken.