I stuck out my tongue and tried to worm it in between the cheeks, searching for his anal opening.Jamaica is a warm place and it had been a long night ...f dancing. He was sweaty. But at least he was clean. It was fresh sweat. Not stale. That didn't mean it was okay. But it could have been worse.I wasn't having much luck finding what my tongue was searching for. I knew I was going to have to use my hands. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and slowly spread them, forcing my face deeper into the dark,. She held my hand and took me to a dimly light partition room where there was a bed, towel and few cosmetics. I was in a trance as for the first time I was alone in the room with a gorgeous beauty. She told me to take off my clothes and lie down, which I did in a splash of second, she told me to lie on my stomach towel wrapped.I followed her instructions and then she asked me, whether I wanted oil or powder massage to which I answered powder, she sprinkled the powder all over my back and started. Let's go somewhere and have a drink and maybe some dinner." Hethen asked the driver if he knew where he could get some Scotch orsomething a bit stronger than champagne. The driver calmly exited the carand went to the trunk of the car and pulled out a bottle and handed itover to Marty. "Glasses and ice are right over there. Any place inparticular, sir?" Marty gave a brief description of what he was thinkingand the driver said he knew just the place. Even though neither Jenny andI were big. He hears anoise and sits up to see a doll sitting on a chair in his bedroom. It'sa freaky looking doll. A doll that is dressed and looks like a clown.It's creepy just look at it. The little boy takes one of his pillows andtosses it at the doll trying to knock it over. His throw is weak and itonly taps the doll as the pillow falls to the grown. The doll stillsits. The boy tries to relax and rests his head back down to go tosleep. As he lays there he hears a noise. He sits up to see that theclown.