I didn't even stop to ask the OOD what he was doing. I hit the chicken switches for an emergency blow, and then I told the OOD why I did it. If it's t...he wrong decision, we can argue it out once we are on the surface. I'll take the hit.Well, no, we can't argue it out later. A weld in the emergency diesel's head valve's intake piping where it went through the hull -right above the plotting table in the control room- started leaking about the same time the blow started. That may even have been. The pretty hostess at the dining room door informed him that he couldn’t take the towel to his table and he have to leave it with her. As a lot of the nudists were middle aged, fat and wrinkled, he was able to keep control without closing his eyes but the fucking waitresses all looked like beauty queens, naked ones at that.When the diminutive perky breasted server took his order he moved his chair as far as he could under the table. This allowed him the luxury of developing a big boner without. This made my cock stretch and become even harder if that was possible. I could see that my cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum which was licked up with every swipe of her tongue. Then she took her other hand, grabbed the base of my cock and plunged her mouth over the head of my cock. Oh fuck. She made it feel so good I didn’t want this to ever end. I looked at her little hand, which barely made it half way around my big cock and watched as she stroked it into her mouth. The hand on my. Under the robe, she’s wearing a tiny teardrop bikini that doesn’t do a single thing to protect what other women might call modesty. And it’s clear that on top of looking amazing, she’s in excellent shape. Those long legs that she teased you with have toned, strong calves and quads, meeting in the middle at a tiny patch of fabric that’s tight enough to hint at what might be concealed underneath. Above that you see her taut, solid abs, and as your eyes keep roving, you can’t help but notice that.