Some of the conversation in this is set in a Caribbean nation. I’ve tried not to let the tone become too thick, but I did try to flavour it out of w...nting it to sound a little realistic in the reader’s mind. 0_o ***** Prologue – 1945, Schönberger Strand, Germany The little girl wandered in through the set of French doors at the rear of the house trying to be quiet in doing it. At her age, just turning the glass crystal doorknob had been a recent accomplishment which required the use of both. Zandra then revived the Ambassador, who repeated what the others had done. Zandra didn't ask him any questions, instead she simply rummaged through his conscious mind and did come up with some information that might be useful later. Finally, she spoke to the Ambassador."I'll be leaving now," she told him. "All of you will wake up in an hour and a-half or so. This place will be really ripe by then. I suggest that all of you get cleaned up before you do anything else. Do you understand?" she. I could hear her screaming into the dildo stuffing her mouth. I could feel the heat off Carrie’s pussy as I knelt between her legs and drove two fingers from each hand into her sopping hole and spread her cuntlips wide. I spit into her gaping pussy as her hips bucked and swayed while I kept her open wide “Bitch, are you ready for my cock!” I pulled my fingers from her pussy brutally and slapped my open hands down on her ass. “Are you ready to be mounted. “You were a bad boy back there, ‘Mr.Bond’!”“What can I say? I got it from you,” he replied. “I’ve been infected by you.”Meghan grinned crookedly. “Just what every woman likes to hear: I’m a contagion.”They raced through the pine tree-lined roads, circling the lake till they came to a marina. Brander led her to a sailboat docked there. She wasn’t sure if he owned it or rented it --the man did everything in style-- but she wasn’t going to ask or argue about boarding it. The further away she was.