This is probably the right time to confess that while I was, indeed, a high-school school football player, five years of weight training is pure fanta...y. If anything, I was a string bean. Still, girls did gravitate in my direction. “You have the most handsome face I’ve ever seen,” was something I heard more than once. The unspoken implication, of course, was that the body didn’t quite live up to the face. Fortunately, in those pre-Internet days, the ideal male physique was still ill-defined. When she joined me, she was wearing a see through white wrap and underneath the tiniest bikini possible which only just cover her pussy slit and nipple all new of course for the holiday. She lay back after coating herself in sun oil making her skin glisten. It was not long before the heat was too much for me and I needed a soak in the pool. When I returned Bev was chatting to a waiter at the same time she was stroking his leg ‘hi babe this is Dwayne I was going to order a cocktail what are you. In the privacy of the back office, my hands slowly explored her young trim body, moving from the top of her bum to the nape of her neck. I took it slow and didn’t rush it, touching her sexy sacred parts would come later; I just wanted to lavish in the warmth of our union. We kissed slowly, passionately and deeply. I explored the insides of her mouth and tasted the velvety texture of her cheeks; in turn she would suck on my tongue and then move to sucking both my lips. We made such sexy wet. ...I....was...." Sellin your body," he finished."Yes." Don't you know the rules?" he scolded. "No bitch works these streets without my OK." I...I...didn't know," Sally said."Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now," he said."Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore.