"...Not only will you be paying me the proper respect, butyou'll also be acknowledging to me, to yourself, and to the man I'll befucking that you have...no right to any part of me."I return with my silver tray and place the frosty mug of dark beer on thetable beside Mr. Stanton and quickly take my place next to my wife,holding the tray before her. My wife is captivated as Mr. Stantondescribes the summer he spent sailing the Caribbean. I struggle to holdthe tray before her. After a couple more. The other guys were now all standing around us, with pants pulled down, stroking their cocks.I was just getting into deep throating him, when one of the others knelt down and spread my thighs; staring to lick my pussy lips…After a few minutes he also inserted a couple fingers in my cunt and another one up my tiny rosebud. Someone else asked if I would like to be fucked.I did not even answer; just stood up and leaned over the edge of the picnic table, continuing to suck the first blond guy.I. She walked into the rain where her car was waiting for her. Her Volkswagen type 82E had served her well in the last three years. She climbed in and drove off the German compound. At the gate, she flashed the guard a winning smile with her ID and he let her go. 2 MONTHS EARLIER Sandra sat by the fire, the flames flickered, keeping her warm. She wore a black sequined evening gown, she had specially requested from London. It was flown in with some of her other supplies under the cover of an air. To be certain there were a lot of roving eyes and no shortage of fingers exploring, but by comparison to the events earlier in the day, Aunt Anne, David and Diane (her sister) and the two teens, Tim and Tammy simply enjoyed resting naked in the oasis of Aunt Anne’s back yard.After a supper of soup and salad with a dessert of fresh fruit, everyone was revived and there was some discussion as to what activity would they all like to participate in. No one said what they all thought: “they wanted.