Sue kneels on all fours, her arse towards us. Tom works some sort of oil into her buttocks and arse-crack, working the oil into her hole with a finger... This looks unpleasant, but Sue makes no complaint. Tom inserted a second finger causing Sue to give a low moan and then a third. More oil is applied and Tom slowly works his fingers in and out. I am disgusted, fascinated and aroused at the same time. In case I forget, Eve guides my hand down to my clit and I stroke myself as I take in the scene.. I cup you hard with my hand, moving it slowly up and down. I can see your arms are shaking slightly and you are pushing your backside into me to stop yourself from slipping. I wonder if you can feel the growing hardness of my cock or have you started to tease me? I withdraw my hand from your jeans, turn you round and clasp you to me as if you were slipping away, my lips crush yours again urgently, my tongue invades your mouth, I want you so much...but not just yet . I push the shirt off your. The stitching was well hidden, the lines sharp and crisp. I could tell it was made by a master tailor. Your shirt was a crisp white with a sheen also. Your black shoes had the same sheen and you commanded your space, respect, and all without a power tie. You are one of few men I’ve seen in my adult life that did not require a tie for show of strength or power in the business world. You naturally commanded attention. You have your dark hair sleeked back to match your command. Your beard is. "Men have been searching for me for decades and they are still no closer to finding me than they were in the beginning. I can assure you that we're quite safe here on my little island." Then why so desperate for answers?" she asked, struggling to pull her weakened body up straighter. "Could it be that you're getting a little scared? I'm sure if you had any balls, they would be crawling back up inside your body right now."The man's smile faded, giving her a brief glimpse of rage before he masked.