Easing back and forth slowly into him, she pressed on until an electric bolt of pleasure seared through the core of his body. “Holy shitting fuck!�...� For her, this was the sweetest revenge; this was a game of sexual one-upmanship. This was his reward for a gratification she had not had in a long time. Her mouth was not letting up; the certainty of her technique was driving him insane. The sway of her breasts was beyond his reach, he wanted to pick her up and fuck her senseless. Her mouth was. It also said that their ID bands would activate automatically at some stage on the Sunday before that first Monday. Activation would produce a soft high pitched beep that would sound once every thirty seconds until the band was placed and locked in position around either the wrist or the ankle. The beeping would stop once this action was completed. From that moment on the band wearer was free to practice Lifestyle Nudism. Once the seven days was up the band would automatically de-activate the. It was unlikely I would have to wait long. Service was good on Bianca’s Island. Understandably!Though its real name is, I think, Kaikos Island, I always think of it as Bianca’s Island, for she owns it and rules it. Perhaps two miles square, it is a dot in the Pacific Ocean. But a most interesting dot. It contains her vast mansion, in which I was resident, and a number of smaller villas, allocatedto guests who prefer more privacy. There is also, of course, the large slave quarters which can. She heard the voice before she saw the speaker, and was annoyed even before she turned her head.“Hey, babe. You here by yourself?”When she looked, there were two of them, smug smiles on both faces, each looking too predatorial for her Saturday morning.She looked from one to the other.“Yep, and going to stay that way too.” The cold look in her eyes left no doubt as to the seriousness of her response.“Bitch,” one snapped at her as they walked away.She’d been called a bitch before, but it was.