Walking the hallway in shelf bra, thong, stockings, and heels was the least of what they were doing that night. They both shrugged off their light coa...ts and handed them to Jacob.As they waited for the elevator to ding at their floor and the doors to open, perhaps encountering an unsuspecting middle-aged couple innocently waiting to go down to the bar, Jean gazed through the mirror reflection at Jacob and Swanson as Swanson ogled the two women, their nipples on full display and their wet thongs. "Nobody on this ship really knows her. Except that some of the crew - the purser, the Captain, the cabin boys, etc., know her name and recognize her face when they see her. So no one really knows what her personality is like or anything about her history except that she's very rich. So all we have to do is to temporary hide her body and then transform you into her double. You'll live here in her cabin as if you were really her and I'll stay here with you to help you pull off your impersonation. Dad had pooh-pooed his colleague's theory; he had told him that on several occasions during his National Service he and his mates had managed to get hold of bottles of the local rice wine, which he called Saki, and he admitted that they had, in technical terms, 'got rat-arsed'. The locals seemed to be able to swig Saki all day and still walk home afterwards, the British soldiers hadn't been able to stand, let alone walk.Dad reckoned after that experience that the effect of alcohol was much more. Then I felt him drive that wonderful, amazing cock deep into my sloppy, slutty fuck-hole and bury himself balls deep in my cunt. I lay down on his desk unable to hold myself up as he pounded hard and deep and fast into my pussy. I was in heaven as he plowed my fertile cunt with his steel hard cock. He went at me like he hated me and wanted to hurt me. He didn't of course and I knew he was working out his weekend frustrations on me. That was my job - to take his frustrations - and I was happy to.