Her nipples were a pleasant shade of… well, fuck. I never knew my colors that well. They were brownish pink and stood out proudly. I learned a new d...finition for the word “perfect” that day, and it meant “Swani’s breasts”. She tossed her bikini top down onto her towel. Her perfect thumbs went into her bikini bottoms and with perfect grace she took them off. Somehow, she managed to look graceful and beautiful carrying out an act that always made me feel like a drunken ox. My eyes slowly traveled. You like that, huh?" His cock fell over my lips, against my pouting mouth and I used my tongue to tickle the head. "Breakfast in bed, Kylie, just like I promised."I lifted my ass off the mattress, noticing for the first time how the sheets were wet and sticky beneath me. My stomach muscles protested as I tightened them, bringing my sex to further contact with those marvelous fingers. He was massaging my, working the greasy folds of my pussy open, spreading my swollen labia and thumbing my clit. He turned back to the board and started writing again. "1. You have to be lucky all the time. 2. The slave only has to be lucky once."The audience gave a laugh. He launched into his talk. "This is all about how you make sure that your slaves don't get lucky," he said, "and how you can make sure that you don't have to be quite as lucky as you might think."I left them to it. Rachel was waiting when I got back to the apartment. She had just emerged form the shower. "You just missed the Doc," she. There was no way of telling for sure, but the easiest way to monitor events in Spearfish Lake was through him -- by reading the Record-Herald.That got Mike up out of his chair, heading for the mail room. He knew of one person, and only one, that fit the description, but there might be someone he was overlooking. He went through the trays until he found the one with the California plates in it, then started leafing slowly through the plates, reading each name carefully.It turned out that Mike.