They feel like they're being squeezed in a large fist. I feel like a clumsy ballerina attempting to stand on my toes. Because of the unnatural angle f...rced on me by the heels I have to compensate by leaning back slightly. As a result my ankles and calves are straining to hold me erect. Every step is a fight against gravity, and every step is agony.In order to keep from falling over I had to walk with my arms out to my sides like a circus performer on a high wire. It seemed to be the only way to. "It says 'clothing optional' you know." I waved the brochure at her."I don't see any clothing, do you?" she asked."Nope," I had to admit."So are you ready?" Are you?" Watch me!" she said.She didn't have much clothing to shed. Her knit top. Her short skirt. Her high heels. And she was naked."Now you," she said.What the hell, I thought. I got myself into this. Might as well go through with it. I stripped."Last one in the ocean is a rotten egg," she said, and she opened the sliding window and. I laid down some rules in Ohio, and mostly the girls respected them. That left a lot of room for experimenting. If that was insufficient, Justin was available to blow me at any time, in any place, not to mention giving me his tight ass. Justin was not the only one who carried K-Y everywhere. Most of the girls wanted to play out some their fantasies in my hotel room, not that that stopped Justin from getting his night cap. There were exceptions. Jay managed three kinds of sexual penetration of. I would authorize the bank at Long Cut to give him ten Conchs to buy a cargo with. He’d have to see what was available. He knew everything that Widemouth and the rest of the Island needed. Probably better than me.The brewery at Long Cut sold their hundred-gallon barrels for only three Shells. I was confident that, after giving out a few free samples, they could price each barrel at ten Shells or more and any town or tavern on the Island would buy as many barrels as they could afford. Certainly,.