He stood over me and unbuttoned his shirt. I bit my lip, heart racing with anticipation. When he shrugged out of the shirt, I ran a nervous hand over...my stomach and breasts. With only the fading, slanted, golden light from the setting sun shining in through the porthole his figure stood out in glorious relief. Strong, toned, faintly tanned skin. His eyes met mine, burning with lust and I suddenly felt like an inexperienced teenager. He moved towards me and knelt between my legs. Then he. Just on the shore line were two black dogs, whether they were strays or domesticated I could not tell but as they approached cautiously, drawn by the scent I could see they were both males. It was then that in my height of sexual frenzy I made my lust fuelled decision. This was something I had fantasised about, something I had talked about online, something I had bought myself to many orgasms imagining, I was ready to become a dog slut. Reaching into my purse I pulled my phone from my bag and. ’ She felt an image of Cyan swimming, in her head. Breast stroke. Wow. She gave a pleased feeling back or tried to.The English-speaking captain was waiting at the disguised gate back into Cuba. “Not all your young friends?” He looked closely at Mo and Zara in the lights of the jeep.“They have moved her, my daughter,” Zara’s head was at least clear enough to speak her lines. “I thought they were going to kill me. Thank you, for helping.”“Is okay. Where they take your daughter?”“We think. Don’t panic. We are all fine. No injuries. I’m afraid we lost the house, though.” Lost the house? It was too big to just misplace.“What do you mean?”“There was a fire. It happened while we were all at church Sunday night. No one seems to know how it started, but by the time we got home, fire trucks were trying valiantly to put it out. There are a few partial walls, but the inspector says there is nothing salvageable in the rubble. We’re staying at the Martins’ right now but we’ll have to find a.