For the first time, I could see him clearly. I just called this tall, thin, black kid ‘Boy’, but under the circumstances, it seemed of no concern ...o anyone. He was, I guessed, about sixteen, and with nothing but his jeans on I could see his smooth, washboard abs and muscled pecs and arms. My wife and I always prided ourselves in being open minded and certainly not racist; but I’d never really thought about my little girl dating black boys. I had mixed feelings, but simply turned off the light. "Dangerous? What are you talking about?" Coconuts are like bombs falling from the sky. Loads of people die from them falling."My stomach lurched and I became generally worried for him. Mark was insistent that he would be OK.A few hours later we were sat next to the waterfall enjoying fresh coconuts. The object Mark put into his pocket during our escape was some sort Swiss army knife. He had attached the key ring to his watch and had managed to save it through the ordeal in the water. There was. He continued fucking me like this and I felt like my pussy was being torn apart with each pump. It felt decent, but I didn't like his style. He was like a sad, horny rabbit; a high school boy looking for a quick fuck. I didn't moan at all. I guess he wasn't trying to make me feel good; it was all about his dick. I then remembered I was a prisoner. I felt bad for the guy, honestly. He needed it, and so he probably jumped on the idea when he found out. The older guy just must have a sexless. " Well, if you really wanna' know, I make $3500 a month. Not enough for what I do but it was the best I could do when I found myself without my restaurant or any other job offers."She laid there looking at me as I twiddled absentmindedly with one of her nipples. "I'll give you $5000 a month to come to work for me," she said."You can do that? You can get your place to hire me? How can you do that? I don't know anything about marketing," I said incredulously."Because it IS MY place, Jim. I don't.