“Fuck’s sake a queer gook!” the guide muttered.Andy played his get out of jail free card. He brought some stuff with him. Neat aluminum bars w...th socket head screws. Dozens of them.“You want to get info?” Andy asked, “Then stop him pissing.”That caused a major stir. So fucking obvious. Phone calls were made, Andy was given an officer grade meal in the canteen and the guide came back.Pretty soon Andy was fitting the gook with a pair of bars on his cock behind his balls, they were machined. 00 each if I would stay that way till I left. I pretended to be embarrassed and just laughed. They each put $150.00 on the bar in front of me, $450.00 for me to strip, That was easy money for something my boss could have told me to do for free. They stood there waiting for my answer, I pretended to have to think about it. Finally I picked up the money, and placed it in along with my tips, they all started giving each high fives. I slowly stood up, and began removing my outfit, they were smiling. “Why not?” Carrie demanded. We were standing on a dune, looking out on the vast beach. It stretched in a gently curving arc for nearly a mile, and with the enormous tide at its nadir, it was 300 yards from where we stood to the water’s edge. Even on a hot day like this, we were the only souls to be seen. “My boot!” Stephie cried. “I’ll get sand in it, and besides it’s not supposed to get wet.” “Steph, don’t be such a ....” Carrie started. “Wait a minute,” I said, stepping in before Carrie or. .." she sang. "Blue night in a blue city girl I’ve been known to accept pity...blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost.