I don't mind travel and I do enjoy the ferries across from Dover to Calais, it enabled me to people watch and occasionally play the "would I wouldn't ...I" game with the various women dotted about the ship.Paula of course, knew exactly what I was doing. "Still got a roving eye, Bro?" She said with a grin."Can't help it," I smiled back at her. "Women just fascinate me, besides, looking isn't doing." Good job too," she said. "A few with partners here are eying you up as well." Chance would be a fine. Then it was the suits. Brett’s was first. The winner was his on-and-off boyfriend, Josh. He undid Brett’s belt and pants, then pulled his zipper down with his teeth as the crowd cheered. He removed Brett’s pants, picked up the coat and walked off stage. Brett started to follow him, but the announcer interrupted. “You’re not done yet, we still have to auction off your underwear.” Brett shrugged, turned around, and walked toward the back of the stage. The next guy was a Korean student named Kim.. He never played with the 'chocolate chips', though he could well afford to do so. When he played, a nubile waitress, tits pouring out of her gown, stood behind him, awaiting his every order. When he ordered a drink, it came from the top shelf, not the well. Alan tipped lavishly; the dealers, straight and gay both, would gladly have sucked his cock just to be at the table when he tipped. Whores and boy toys were available for Alan and Melody at a snap of the fingers. From time to time, both. ‘We’re going to have some fun first,’ he added. Ariana dropped the bag and crouched down next to it, looking for something to use to fight him off as Jack fumbled with his belt. ‘I like a challenge,’ Jack said with a grin. ‘It’s more fun for me if you struggle,’ he added. Ariana’s hand closed over something in the bag, and a quick glance in the moonlight told her it was perfect. ‘Go to hell,’ Ariana said, her voice even, scared, angry as she raised the loaded flare gun. Jack just laughed and.