His hands followed my lead, and his fingers caressed the folds of my pussy. In complete response to him, wetness seeped over the mons and over my clit.... His fingers stroked the soft skin of my pussy and our tongues still danced in rhythm. I ended this tease and pushed him away from me. ‘I crave you. You are mine and I will have you this morning,’ he said to me. He pulled me toward him again. I laughed an evil laugh and pushed him away again. I made him lay on his stomach. He complied. “But first he licked me,” and she pulled her husband’s face between her thighs, letting him lap at her smooth pussy until she was cumming, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Then … ,” and she moved down until she could take him into her mouth, into her throat, her tongue rubbing along the base of his shaft, her fingers playing with his balls, squeezing as she tickled his asshole. “And then … ,” and she sucked him until he was shooting his load deep into her throat, listening to her. Your gut is soon groaning from lack of breakfast, and aches so much from what feels like a threat of implosion that you even begin to feel faint. When you stumble, your arms are wrenched upwards with the threat of removing them from their sockets. As the long march continues on through unseen terrain, you feel accordingly more convinced the destination is somewhere quite unpleasant. After a long while, you haven’t felt anything brushing across your face, and you sense a strange, disturbing. I thought I might relieve that boredom somewhat, so I am sending you a small present, a loan of one of my women; she has some special skills you may enjoy."With that enigmatic comment, and not waiting for a reply, he rang off.On deck some hours later, Henry saw an abaya-covered figure descending from one of the Golden Palace Rolls-Royces. She was conducted aboard through the Purser's gangway and when Henry went below she was waiting for him in his stateroom, dressed in the familiar silken gown.