One of them suddenly calls out, "Guys! Check out this view!" A slight pause and then several other voices chime in with a few whistles and crude com...ents about my fat ass and what they might like to do with it. My cheeks turn red in embarrassment, especially when I feel a drop of my pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh and I know it is because part of me really wants these strangers I have never even seen to have a chance to do every disgusting suggestion they are calling out. My. "Thanks, no," she demurred.She noticed as he rose to pour himself another drink, how well his jeans fit, and the sight of his incredible bulge slicked her panties with a fresh layer of juice. Deciding not to finish her drink, she set it carefully on one of the coasters on the table. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and had a slight buzz. After what he'd just told her, she could not afford for the alcohol to induce her to say anything that might jeopardize her position.He returned a moment. She smiled to herself as she felt the warm air that was a good 50 degrees higher than where she’d got on the plane, and the sea breezes drafting from the Arabian Sea. [1 day later]It was safe to say this trip had started off being a disappointment, Olya reflected as she lounged on the towel at the beach. All around her were tourists, who might have looked not that different from home. Pale Israelis, pudgy pink Britons, flaxen-haired Germans….and more than anything, Russians. She couldn’t blame. While she was digging around for them, Pete stepped out of the bathroom and asked what we were doing, and Amy said she was strapping me down. Pete had a look of concern on his face and asked if I was sure because not everyone liked restraints. I Told them "I love being tied or strapped down and most of all, I love being used as a fucktoy. I love it rough, I just love being used for someone's pleasure." He told me that at any point if I became uncomfortable all I had to do was say “Stop” and.