I can’t believe he’s asking me this. Where’sDoctor Polichvich? It’s taking her a long time!“By the sound of your breathi...g, I can tell that youhaven’t,” Jonathan of course is right. “I bet you wouldchange your mind if you had to try to accommodate thething.”My hand shakes even more. My heart races. What is hedoing? Is he actually inviting me to experience him?“Perhaps I should allow you to try,” I gasp at his words.“Of. The smooth, dark gray rock beneath him was becoming too warm. He would have to move into the shade soon. He wished he had some sunscreen, something in SPF 1000 if it existed. He had gotten burnt badly when they first hit the island. Everyone had. He wondered what Cheryl was doing and thinking, right… now. It was a momentary mind game he played once in a while that was was on the verge of being worn out. It was the reason he had probably thought more often about her since reaching the island. Well thank you for your help.' Still confused, Craig paid for the smokes and headed back up to his room. The clock in the room showed 22.17 hrs. There were bread left-overs, unfinished rice on plastic plates, empty cups and scruffled serviettes scattered across the table. Craig was slumped in a chair resting. Sheila, finally awake, was stood alert at the hotel room window observing the lights down below. She appeared lively and cheerful, eager to discover her surroundings. She approached. Lying on the floor, awake and looking at me.It was Dexter, between my legs and his brothers Dagon and Dylan on the floor.This would be the third time Dexter had mated with me. The other two had both done me that fateful evening and I had no doubt I would soon be on my hands and knees submitting to all of them again.I could hear movement down stairs. I groaned. My three sons were up. They must not find out.And the attack on my pussy by Dexter’s tongue was having its affect on my person..