When I finally finished eating my, by then, cold meal, I was quite knackered. I’d finished the champagne by drinking it in gulps rather than sipping...it as I was thirsty. I switch my egg off and ordered a cola. The champagne had gone to my head and I didn’t want to be drunk for what I had planned for later.When I was finally finished I looked at my phone to see what time it was, and waved for the waiter to pay him. I just didn’t care that he could, and did, look down at my lap and see the front. She went to my wall of Barbies; I know, I was eighteen and still had Barbies, but most were collectible and still in their boxes, and grabbed my only open Ken doll.I stammered, "W-w-what are you doing?" Letting you get fucked by a real man," she smiled, joining me on the bed."You can't be serious," I questioned."Spread those legs, slut," she ordered, roughly pulling my legs apart."It's a doll," I said, pointing out the obvious."And your newest fuck toy," she smiled, as she immediately slipped. He was so handsome and had a great toned body and an incredible cock but my parents didn’t approve of him. Not because he was Muslim with us being a Christian family but more because he treated me like crap, he only seemed to be interested in me for sex and would rather spend time with his mates. After a while I had to leave him as my parents grew concerned that I was regularly coming home in tears. The trouble was, the sex with him was amazing which is why I think I persevered. Maz was a real. I suggest you tell him that he will have to face me when I come back, and that I don't forget easily. If it was just me there would be no problem, but Sandra is involved and that just plain pisses me off about what he did to her. You handle it Sean and I will take care of my end when we go back there." You and Sandra get to spend the next couple of months on a very private island as guests of the French Government, only they don't know it since the owner belongs to us. The island is a sovereign.