I didn’t want to be made love to. That was what James did. I wanted to be used. I needed to be fucked. And yeah, Carlton fucked me. He not only was...n’t gentle, but he was deliberately rough, demanding that I suck JJ’s cock while he thrust in and out of my pussy, cum from numerous partners spilling out every time he pulled out, his hips banging into my reddened ass over and over. It felt like an eternity until, finally, with a savage sound he came hard inside me, pushing me over the edge as. This sexual enjoyment progressed further as they made love in public places; anywhere there was a certain amount of risk at being caught, 'in flagrante delicto.' Their love games became intense journeys into erotic stimulation. Each partner tempting the other into more outrageous situations. Harriet didn't appear to care too much that if she'd been recognized her position as a lawyer could so easily have become compromised. An onlooker may have recalled what Shakespeare wrote in 'A Midsummer. They were at my apartment on a Saturday night, and we were smoking weed and drinking tequila. One of the girls suggested we have an orgy. Everybody was in agreement. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, one woman sat backward on my face while I ate her pussy and licked and sucked her clit, another woman sat on my cock and rode it while she was kissing and attending to the first woman, and the other two women were on my outstretched arms and hands as I proceeded to finger fuck and fist them. A. An unknown time later ... and there wasn't a damn bit of sense asking because the ship doesn't recognize time as humans know it ... and the ship didn't seem to be around ... the Baltic was heeled over and the bunk I was strapped in was gimbaled so I was level at all times. I can tell you right now ... that wasn't going to work. The cabin was rocking and I wasn't ... Uh uh ... nope ... bucket!! And I was head deep in one. Evidently, I hollered the "BUCKET!!" It wasn't really a bucket ... it was.