The two items held my attention.I opened the first one: my bonus check. I knew that it should be ten grand. Peeling back the envelope's flap I pulled ...out the check. It was not the ten thousand that I had expected; it was for twenty-five thousand. Twenty-five thousand dollars to watch my wife make hay with her john; I was sick.I picked up the other item, my cell. I dialed the number on the business card. She answered on the second ring."Hello," she said."The IHOP on third in half an hour." I. In France if you are 16 and over like me you can have wine so I had a few glasses. I then remembered there was a party up at the sky deck. So I went back and wanted to see if Bailey wanted to go. I usually don’t go because someone spikes the punch and all the fun goes down hill from there. One time I all most said yes to do it with Bailey. Once on the ship I went to Bailey’s cabin but only London was there trying to count her money. So I thought maybe she was at the party. I went down but. I briefly wished I had grabbed a book as I often did when I sat out in the hammock, but I was at total, tired peace and figured I could get in a quick nap.I pulled my ball cap down my forehead and let sleep take me in minutes.I was awakened rudely to a thud of solid weight against my body, a tickle to my stomach and a peal of giggles. My first groggy thoughts were that my annoying little brother had hopped into the hammock with me, but as I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see how wrong I. You realize, in your mind, that something existed before my cock was inside of you, but it's dull, distant, and doesn't matter. All you want is it to keep fucking you.More orgasms tear through you, one after another after another, unable to stop as my cock brutalizes your ass. You sob, scream, tearing at the bedsheets, but no longer trying to get away from my invading cock. You welcome each thrust into your body, and regret each time it withdraws before delivering another hard thrust.My cock.