Chapter Five
Cathy In My Cabin
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”
Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2, scene 2
“How beautiful your body is in chains, dear Cathy. Having you in my bed for bondage s*x like this is worth all the time, effort and risk we men endured on this cruise.”
She laid spread-eagled, wrists and ankles chained to the four corners of my oversize bed. Her naked beauty was made even sweeter and more tempting by the fact that I would be the first male who ever f****d her, that my stiff c**k would be the first one she ever felt forced into her virgin p***y. My c*m would be the first to gush deep into her chamber of Venus. Her generous breasts jittered and wobbled as she frantically strained at her chains, grunting and gasping with the effort. I watched
