"Make believe it is a handsome boy doing it to you, or better yet, make believe it is me. It will make it go easier," Brandy urged Ashley as they both...leaned back in the chairs, knew that the men wouldn't be content with just taking off their heels; sure hands would visit between their legs.Ashley clenched her eyes tightly as the hands of Mr. Van Dorn on her ankles, pulled her legs up onto his lap; she slumped down slightly in the chair. His hand completely encircled her tiny ankles, pulled her. The guys kept fondling her, and one of them yanked the thong down, revealing her trimmed pussy. They then guided her to the bed, laid her down, and began to completely service her.The young Latino guy placed his seven-inch cock at her lips, and Michelle hungrily took it in her mouth. One of the black guys parted her legs and began to lap at her glistening cunt, while another white guy joined him. The other two athletes caressed and sucked her breasts. Michelle was in lustful heaven...she. There was no benefit to talking about it right now because I knew when my husband went into his silent running routine; he never listened to a single word.I stayed on the bed until I was certain he was down the hall and out of sight.My "go bag" was under the pedestal shelf for my 6 inch heels. It had a sizable amount of cash and even a small .22 S&W for emergencies. I had a couple of bogus driver's licenses for names I had used before a long time ago. I looked at all the expensive clothes and. He would take great pleasure in showing us over the plantation. I was in no hurry to return, my Captain wouldn’t arrive for at least another five days, or even more.Fulala remained behind, she wanted to carry on speaking with our translator, whilst I rode with William. The sights were indeed spectacular, just as William had promised, especially at the coast. I thought this was an island I could happily live on.Back at the house in time for dinner, I was shocked to see Fulala approach dressed in.