Our hosts at the island were also victims of our kidnappers although in a different way. The kidnappers are linked to a group we refer to as the 'fles... peddlers'. How, we are not certain. Due to several events where we've had contact with them, we've accumulated quite a bit of data on them and their operation." James started to interrupt. "Please hear me out." James nodded but looked very tense."You started to ask to see what we had. We would like to do that. However, if we did, our concern is. He was an older man in his late 50s with a big grin on his face. I found it odd but blew it off.I knocked on the door and this Latina woman in her mid-30's greeted me with a large smile. But, she also greeted me with a flash of her 38DD tits in a lacy black top, black slacks and a sexy curvy body. (I have to say they were around 38DD because I have a female friend who is that size.) She had large areolas and the nipples themselves were long trying to pierce through her top. I couldn't help to. “Well Steven, your cock must have felt pretty good last night. It must have been awesome fucking Kelly and Jane last night. You may have been uninterrupted, but I know you fucked them. Why else were you all in the ladies’ shower block with them for so long last night? You could have come out not long after you went in there. Or did you have two hot young ladies stopping you? Two hot young ladies who needed a hard cock, your hard cock?” Sandra stunned Steven with her reply. “Oh shit. I thought. Then he looked at her intently in the eyes, "If only you had your memory," his voice was wistful, contradictory to his hard gaze. "Cynara, you can trust me. I hope you know that."Oh God, he knew, she thought, but would that really be so terrible? But if she told him she could remember, how would she explain where she came from."If only I could remember," she said with a shrug.Charles looked disappointed, but didn't press the subject. Instead saying, "Let's get dressed, we've slept far too long.