How many eyes would stare at my crotch and butt today I wondered. How many people would look on and wish they could fuck me or be fucked by me?With th...t thought in mind, I walked slowly back to where my sarong was laid out on the sand. It was a Saturday morning and for an hour or so I busied myself with the weekend newspaper. I lay face down, my butt cheeks gathering the warmth of the sun. To the passerby, except for the tiny thin yellow string, stretched between the two brown mounds, I would. The whole thing had a built-in key mechanism rather than a separate padlock. As she snapped the lock shut, I saw once again that look of pure sadism in her eyes."Well, time I was going," she said. "But I'm worried you might be bored just lying there for the next 3 hours. Let me give you something to think about." With that, she took a 2 litre bottle of water from the mini bar. She gripped my nose in one hand, thus keeping my head still and forcing me to open my mouth, and forced me to drink the. Like Tony, I’m on the short side: 5’3”, while he’s 5’8”. We each have compensations: I have brilliant red hair and a nice face, but on the physical side, I also have big and shapely boobs. Tony has the muscular development of a bodybuilder, but not to the point of being grotesque. I appreciated his clothing choice. While he spent much of his time in sweats and T-shirt or bodyshirt, he had dressed up -- in soft, maybe even cashmere, versions of the same garments.One pride of Tony Puccini’s. Instead, I turned my focus to the slightly blurry head of the girl in front of me, a foreign exchange student from Brazil who, judging from the way that her head tilted, had already fallen asleep. The boy on her right had begun drawing what looked like a penis on her leg, earning a few barely restrained smiles from the other equally bored students surrounding us. I felt slightly sorry for the girl, who had the reputation of being both stupid and easy, a bad combination. I’d even heard that.