Who's going to see me? I've been up here for four days and haven't seen a goddamned soul." She sat on the edge of the deck dangling her toes in the ic... water and thought how good it felt then glanced around to see if she saw anyone which she didn't. She pulled off her top, exposing her still firm tanned breasts. She then realized her tits had never been exposed to any real sunlight, but the salon she spent to much at and their tanning beds. Natural sunlight felt good in the warm dry air and a. She lifted Brenda’s legs up, as well, pushing them back and asking Jackie and me to take them, which we did. Jackie wound up with them, nibbling and kissing Brenda’s legs while I held and massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Brenda’s hands were holding my wrists while I was doing that, letting me judge exactly where she was in her passion by her grip. It wasn’t ten minutes later, she exploded, cumming all over Melinda’s face and screaming a sharp but quiet scream through her. Contestant number eight!" I think I let out a scream of happiness when I heard the number. Iwas so happy that this night was almost over and I would soon be backto normal. We went over to the bar where the man said we could pick up thefour hundred dollars. A large burly man, that in an odd way remindedme of the club own from Porky's, handed me an envelope with a stack oftwenties in it. "Name's Bob," he said sleazily, looking me up and down. "Anytimeyou want to come back, you are more than. Darbe sighed and shook his head slowly. ‘Mnmnen caf’n,’ the man said before reaching up to remove the waffle from his mouth. ‘Sorry, evenin’ Cap’n.’ Darbe shook his head again and corrected the man. ‘It’s Sergeant. I’m a sergeant, not a captain.’ ‘Righto Cap-‘ ‘Sergeant!’ The man stuffed the waffle back in his mouth and nodded, reminding himself: Ok, he’s a captain… not a sergeant… got it. He then walked over to a nearby closet and knelt down, pulling out various pieces of armor and tossing.