The girls went to the beach wearing their most revealing and provocative looks, which is exactly what they were hoping to get from the local boys of c...urse. Pam and I left them to it, and had a relaxing holiday morning swimming in the pool, drinking cocktails and occasionally groping each other.When the girls finally returned to the apartment, after being hit on by all the local lads on the beach, wet bikinis were discarded in a pile on the bathroom floor. One pair of mint green tie-sided. There of course was a business registered for tax reasons. It was called Couture Le Chateau, never stating the specific branch of fashion she produced. It had no website, not even a sign at the door. But everyone needing her services knew where to find her. "Uncles" brought their "nieces", "daddies" with dark complexions ushered in their tall blonde "daughters," white-headed octogenarians were helped out of their limousines by 15 year-old Thai "grandchildren."The morals of her clientele did not. " I know that one of the social rules is that a wife should share and besubmissive to her husband. It appears to be coming from old Christianand old Hebrew rules before the idea of equality of the sexes appearedaround 1850. Unless you want to consider Socrates discussions on thematter about 400 BC or so I think."She still sat and looked at me funny occasionally. "So if you are my wife then you have to be submissive?" She asked witha smile."That's what I understand the rules to say. But. Thank God I was already wet because he rammed his cock home in one hard thrust. My eyes rolled up somewhat at the force of his entry and I grunted in the ball gag. He had his knees on the couch inside of mine and his hands were on my shoulders holding himself above me as his hips began to buck into mine.Oh fuck! Here I was with four young men holding my two wrists and two ankles and stretching my arms and legs out to the side while a fifth young man, Brad, was pounding my pussy. Brad did not.