I hesitated, using the pain in my head as an excuse to decide what to say. I was torn. Here I was, now pretty much outside business-hours, and now m...ore fully under Ben’s jurisdiction. For the rest of the day, and night, I would follow Ben’s orders. I had to. It was how I showed him respect. On the other hand, I wanted Juan touching me like I wanted an IRS audit. Juan had now moved to face me, and I finally made the decision to honor Ben, and speak more openly. I explained about being. I continued to sway to the music. As I leaned forward I raised my robe to show just a peek of my red silk panties. I worked my ass against his cock and got the reaction I was looking for. He was hard, but I wanted to make him even harder. I turned to kiss him, then worked my way down his chest stopping to kiss, lick and bite his nipples. As I knelt in front of him, I began to remove his pants and cursed under my breath about his belt. Getting past that belt and to the snap of his pants seemed. "Shit, get up here, then. You better have good news for him, he's been going out of his mind."- - -The captain was in his cabin with Karl discussing their problems. "Word's gotten out that we're carrying an arsenal in the hold. We'll probably have an inspector on board tomorrow, and he's not going to be happy to see all your guns and gas bombs that we don't have proper paperwork for." Goddammit. If we get into a legal tangle, we'll miss our window for good weather before monsoon season sets. The group across the hall also went into the girl’s dorm ‘Well, that was that,’ she thought, moving into her own room and shutting the door. She stared at the empty space. Her head was feeling just as much vacuous. Sighing, she went into her bedroom and unzipped her suitcase. Much to her surprise, the rest of the week ended up being more than her orientation package advertised. People were getting or acting drunk or high or both, and she realized Frosh Week was an unofficial excuse for people.