Then a blackman in a blue suit. Then a man in a uniform ? a pilot I think. Then a.young man who could have been a actor or a singer in a band.And then... she was bidding.A woman? Really? Most of the bidders in these places had been men. Buta willowy brunette with her hair pulled back severely was bidding, andthe men seemed to fade into the background. I was hers. Who knew forhow long?Ginger looked at me as she collected her fees. She shook her head.The woman walked up to me. ?Hello,? she said. ?My. I was such a shit. I entered the room and watched for a moment, almost said something then gave up. I sat on the floor by the door. It took her a moment to see me there. ‘I… I’m sorry,’ Amber stammered, her voice broken and tears flowing freely. My heart was trying to crawl out of my body. I needed my mouth to move and it was being stubborn. She continued packing her backpack. My mouth moved when I realized she meant to leave. ‘Don’t leave me,’ I said. It was meant to be a intelligent. We were off on the ninety minute crossing. We watched the passengers coming and going, speculating whether or not it was their first trip to the island. Those without jackets were almost certainly first-timers. I perked up and took notice when two young girls came on deck, laughing and chattering with each other like magpies. They looked to be anywhere from 16 to 20, and they were both gorgeous in the way only slim teenaged girls can be. They both had lithe young bodies, and sweet, perky faces;. I was holding his cock when I began to lick it. I also felt Wilma press against me. She was trying to get to his cock as well. She wanted to lick it as much as I did. There was a funky herbal taste to his cock.I sucked his cock into my mouth but it hurt my jaws to open that wide. When I pulled back Wilma took over. She didn't seem to have the same problem as I did. She was even able to move on it. In effect she was fucking it with her mouth. It would have been far too painful for me to do.