The four lovers had risen early, packed quickly and lightly, after all for what they were planning, clothes would be pretty well superfluous, apart fr...m plenty of sexy lingerie. Just after dawn and a light breakfast they were heading for the beachhouse. The previous night over dinner, although disappointed that there would be no fun and games this night, both Garry and Justin readily agreed to the girls’ plan, even agreeing to Mia’s suggestion that they preclude sex from their activities until. No matter how hard she pulled her 36C breasts up towards her mouth she just could not get the nipple into her mouth enough to bite it, the nearest she could manage was to stick out her tongue and lick the nipple. By now Ted was laughing so hard at her antics as she desperately tried to bite her own nipple, he eventually had to tell her to stop as the tears rolled down his face.He decided that despite her failure to carry out his wishes he would allow her to suck his cock but his devious mind. In an institution they would direct her life right down to what she would eat, to when she went to bed, but that would be such a waste in this case. She was perfectly able to function with what he suspected was minimal guidance. Institutionalization would be a tragedy here.The real question is what would make her happy, a fulfilled and functional person? It was obvious this personality quirk was not new; she probably had it all her life. Yet she spent over thirty years as a perfectly content. She slipped into some warm memories until the trance was broken by the bing of the elevator arriving at the top floor.There was no one around the executive suite. Kindling’s secretary was gone. The heavy wooden door of his office loomed before her. She fought the urge to turn and run. She struck her knuckles against the door, then opened it at his invitation.No security guard, just Alistair Kindling seated behind his large mahogany desk. On the desk, there was a long, slender package wrapped in.