~Protectives? Rubbers? I guess I don't know the right Arabic word.~Maryam didn't either.~I do not know, Master, forgive me. There are many things in t...e drawer over there.~Opening the drawer she indicated, her visitor was astounded by the range of objects, many whose use he could not imagine. Ben-wa balls and a long necklace of largish beads he understood, and the dildos, but there were other things the purpose of which was beyond him.The whip and the paddle he took out and asked, Who uses. "Chill, b*o," Amelie said. "You’ve admitted I’m lovely, we know each other well, and I care deeply about you. Most men would kill to have a woman like me in their lives, so relax and enjoy the ride." She leaned over me, thrusting her firm breasts into my face. "Now suck on these," she ordered.I had no choice. I opened my mouth and Amelie thrust her breasts forward, forcing her nipple against my tongue. I started swirling my tongue around it, sucking hard as I did so. "Mmmmmm," Amelie said. "You. ”“Thanks. That’s everyone then. Maps and compasses, please.”They handed them over and headed for the beach. It was just a bit before four as they walked down the path to their cabins. They had just rounded the bend when Jackson came around the bend, with Joanne behind him.“What did you think?”“Bit of a challenge,” Jackson said, “but yes, it was good to have someone with a sense of direction.”“Told you. Maps and compasses, please. Get yourselves cleaned up.”Jackson waved at me, then headed down. On arrival at my pad, we would strip down to our speedos as the sun was shining and the boys were keen for a splash around in the pool in my apartment complex. Some guys had their speedos on already under their shorts ... some of the other guys changed in to them in my apartment ... just about all the guys looked gym-toned to various degrees. This was going to be fun.Brad had a bod to die for. He looked so chiselled in his blue surf lifesaving speedos. He filled them out well too ... I gave him.