They hid almost nothing and only served to increase her abuser’s desires.With her hands restrained behind her back, she was powerless to stop his ad...vances. Instead she could only whimper like a dog as she felt two fingers probing the outside of her panties. She tried her best to shift positions or move to avoid the unwelcomed touch, but tied to a chair there was no way she could avoid his advances. Instead she was forced to endure his touch. Her captor began to stroke the outside of her. " Okay," Marion Stanford exclaimed to all the passengers that were once more gathered on the sun deck, "now we've been at sea for 5 or 6 days and we still don't see enough mixing between all the passengers." You mean enough mixing between the adults and the teens don't you Mom," Cassandra asked."Yeah," Maribel agreed, "if you would just join in on some of our games now and then you might win one of the prizes." Well," Marion said going over to where something was hidden under a blanket, "since. I lead us to my room. When she enters the room she begins tugging my shirt off. I help her with my shirt. I feel her start kissing my chest starting with my left nipple then my right. Her lips soft against my chest, my cock rock hard as I slowly pull her shirt off exposing her black bra. I lower my head and kiss her cleavage while placing both hands on her breast massaging them through her bra. Her moans become louder as she undoes my pants. I feel my boxer sliding down my cock exposing it to. The girls stared but didn't stop practising their routine. David, supported on either side, stood facing the three dance fans. The middle one called out "Enough of this gentlemen. Get our guest a chair." There was a scurry of activity, and David collapsed into a chair."And who may you be?" The guy in the centre enquired.David blinked blearily. "I am David Ogilvy. And to whom do I extend my thanks for such a timely rescue?"The man in the centre laughed, closely followed by his two smoker.