And she -- she was the butch from heaven.I smiled back, and replied in a husky voice. "No. I am waiting for a friend. Luckily they didn't how up," a...d turned on my brightest smile, feeling the lip gloss slide across my teeth.I knew I was in trouble when she laughed. I felt the strain at my elastic panties, that surge of energy you get when somebody sexy is completely focused on you. We had, in that moment, locked together."How about a dance?" she asked, and I felt the sparks fly as she took. Some of these island ladies are wild when it comes to sex." No, we are on our honeymoon, and we haven't got that far into swapping yet." Ah, too bad. By the way, where is that gorgeous wife of yours?" She is getting a massage. She will be back soon if you would like to meet her." The guy who does massages her is perfect. She will enjoy it." Guy?" Yeah, that big burly island dude. His picture is in the pamphlet in your room. Your wife had to run across surely. Most of the women here rave about. ‘Ida, I don’t believe in charity in this way. I could give you the money or loan it to you, but you don’t need more debt. So, I have a proposal. I need another servant or two around the house, my needs are many and the staff here is already taxed. If you would be willing, I’d give you a Jill-of-all-trades job here, I would also be willing to hire Patrice. Are you interested?’ Ida smiled and nodded, a bit too choked up to speak. Scott went on. ‘Ida, being rich and successful, I want things done. I felt relieved and sat with my friend. The black guy did not talk to me. After the college got over he came to me and told me to come to his place in the evening. I asked him about the proposal he was talking about that morning. He said nothing and went away.I went back to my hostel and attended my evening classes. Then I went to the black guy's place. He opened up the door and welcomed me in. I sat on his couch. He sat beside me. I asked him about the proposal. He told me to wait. I said ok..