For as stupid as we were about this whole thing, we were all smart about this part.“Who’s first?” asked Sam.I tried to imagine what the watchers...were thinking. I gave not one thought to the technology involved. I didn’t think about binoculars (other than the ones on the boat) or video cameras equipped with telephoto lenses. All I thought about was what they might be thinking from the vantage point of people 200 feet away from what was happening. I imagined they could see where we were in. I didn't even have a plan to tryto contain her next month.Looking around I saw there were a guy still in bed with me, still asleep;good. They tended to freak out, waking up to me in the morning. He waslying on his chest and I could see the red marks on his back from herfingernails, it looked like she might have even bitten his shoulder, kindof like I'd had that morning after. I rolled out of bed before Irealised I still had her shoes on; you think trying to walk in heels isunpleasant, try. His cock dropped free and she cupped it in both her hands, kneading the length of it. His face rubbed back and forth between her breasts, tongue wetting them and his teeth nibbling at her nipples. She squeezed his cock harder and he bit her nipples then released them, blowing cool air, trying to make the little introverts stand erect. Then he mashed his face into her breasts, crushing them as hard as he could. Her moaning became deeper and more urgent. Don found his hands pulling her panties. I had an especially good time with an attractive five foot eleven blonde with two-inch heels. "No names; just wonderful dancing," she had said.I whipped her around to the music while she laughed with delight.We finished off with a slow dance, at the end of which she leaned down and said, "If you don't come back here and dance with me again, I'll hunt you down."Across the dance floor was a fit, six foot one brunette with five-inch heels and a killer body squeezed into a tight dress. It was a.