Sam tossed me the keys to the porsche and the house. "I will be leaving soon," she told me. She was going on a one-week trip to the States, her longes... one yet. "Better take that along in case you are late."Angie was now pulling me up from my couch. "C'mon, lazy bones, get up," she grunted with a smile on her lips."What about my suit?" I asked. I hadn't seen her pack hers, either."Softspot Beach is a nudist beach, silly. You don't wear a suit there." Angie chided me. "As you can see, I don't. No one else could know what a slut she was. How much she enjoyed being treated so poorly. "What do I have to do to get the tape?" She asked through her tears. Dennis and Mason glanced at each other briefly. "I don't think you understand Ms. Abby," Dennis said while closing up the camcorder and putting it away. "You're nothing but a whore now. Our whore. You'll be paid with the buckets of cum we, or anyone else we decide, gives to you." Abby blinked a few times before shaking her head. It was. They did.Alexander Cross sat with his three comrades. They had been through it all. Fought as marines in the two hundred and third. Discharged dishonorably, and became mercenaries for hire. Now they were treasure hunters, of all things. Oh how the mighty had fallen. Alexander was a six foot black man, with a large muscular build, and rugged good looks. When the military continued to send his men into more and more dangerous places, with nearly suicidal missions, for the same dollar they always. Firm breasts, with prominent nipples, shaved pussy and perfect peach of a derriere. “Hi there. I’m Amelie. Who are you?” she smiled. “I’m Keith. I live next door,” he replied. “Looks like you had quite a night!” “Oh it was just a girl’s night in,” grinned Chrissie as she brought over the coffee. Sitting down at the table, and caressing her coffee mug, Chrissie related the events of last night. Her husband was away on business (again!) and she had decided to have a girl’s night in. When.