She finished the bottle of water and said, "I'm ready."Claire gave a sinister little laugh and said, "You think you are ready. Get up on the table and... don't forget to hold onto the silk scarf."Strapped onto the table, Denise tried to move. The only part of her body that she could move was the hand with the scarf. Claire had even inserted a gag in her mouth. That was bad enough, but the blindfold sent a tsunami of fear coursing through her veins. Claire leaned over and asked, "Are you. He looked at me and said.“Hi, I’m Chuck. You must be the new cocksucker.”I answered. “Uh huh.” And nodded up and down.Then he fished his dick out of his pants and told me to, “suck this.” It was the strangest dick I had ever seen. Of course I hadn’t seen that many, but this one was certainly odd. It was long and thin. It was a little longer than Mr. Benson’s, but only about half as big around. The weird part was it curved downward, like a banana. He brought it to my lips and pushed it into. I forgot I was straight. I let him handle my cock rubbing it from top to bottom and squeezing my balls. Finally, it was time to get down.My friend got down. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked.“No. I have some work”, I said. My friend paid and walked away. Now I was alone with him!The auto driver who had thought the fun will be over when I get down now had an evil smile on his face.“I know where gears are serviced property,” he said. My cock was throbbing for him to touch it. But I had a feeling I. I am by myself so it's nice to meet someone and be able to relax, have a drink and say a few words." Well, it's nice to meet you Jack. My name is Abigail Harrington and I am from St. Louis. My friends call me Abby so please do as well. I am single, having been divorced for about a year now. I am on this cruise with my friend, Mary, whom I suspect is on a dance floor kicking up her heels in one of the lounges. What do you do?" If I told you I was a mortician that would probably send chills up.