A private island, with only themselves and a handful of other people, in a part of the Bahamas that most tourists rarelyexplored. It truly was a parad...se, and Helen was sure they’d have an amazing two weeks.“Hey Mom,” spoke Stacy, as she came and sat in a third sun-lounger, next to Helen. In terms of looks, she took after her mother. She had long brunette hair and a fit, sporty figure. She wore a blue bikini that was somewhere between Helen’s and Amanda’s in terms of exposure. Smaller than her. You have to take you time at these parties or it will all be over in a flash... I asked the new girl how she wanted to begin. I suggested they just watched and took their time and she nodded nervously. I can still remember my first time, nervous as hell being taken along by Mrs B who had been swinging since she was in her early 20s with her first husband. She had always loved group sex ever since she was a teenager at a party copping off with a guy on the couch then realising his friends were. Once it entered the bloodstream, the victims didn't stand a chance.What made it so hard to catch the killer was that we could never find enough evidence to connect the murders. A big part of the problem was he or she would only kill one person a year. We assumed they were always in costume, which made for an easy getaway. A couple of times a person wearing a sad clown costume was at the same parties the crimes were committed at. The police never found the clown though.We didn't have any idea. Joan screamed, "FUCK THIS WHITE PUSSY, fuck me hard. I want your black cock to pump your hot juice deep in this pussy."Jake's head was close to Joan's ear when he said, "You belong to me, you are my white bitch now. Tell your husband that you only want big black cock in your pussy from now on, this pussy is off limits to him now."Joan didn't say anything. Jake then slapped her ass hard and reminded her, "You are my bitch now and you will obey me. Now tell your husband."Joan had tears running.