I walk the few blocks to the hotel and stand outside a little bit away from the door and await instructions. After what seems like an eternity I get a...message: Rm 302. I walk to the elevator take it two floors up. In the elevator I remove my jacket. I want my cleavage on display when you open the door. I take a second outside 302 before I knock, run my fingers through my hair and smooth my dress and then tap tap. You open the door and I walk inside. We exchange pleasantries and you poor us. I’m determined to really get to their motivations and surroundings. Can someone be happy merely as a tool for an entire society? Is there the necessary self-actualization you need to be well rounded and content? I intend to find out.The Graveet general briefs us on things to be aware of on the island (plants to avoid, heat and weather conditions, things like that) and we begin our descent onto the lush, resplendent island. I’ll reassess after we have settled. I will continue to aim to report. I about choked on my beer. "What the hell are you talking about?"So Jeff goes into the story about how for the past year Bob had been placing bets and just kept rolling it up. If he won he said take it off what I owe you. If he lost he wanted to double up on another game. The Super Bowl had just passed and Bob took the Jets and the points and when they got the crap kicked out of them and lost by 20 the grand total was $25,000. Jeff told him to pay up. Bob told him to go fuck his dog he was not. Denise lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, working her way to Laura’s wet slit. Her tongue lightly danced over the swollen vulva, and Laura’s inner lips began to protrude as she got more and more turned on by Denise’s oral ministrations. She probed Laura’s pussy, working her tongue through the folds. Laura’s erect clit peeked out from under its hood, and Denise played it with her lips and tongue, licking and sucking it like a little cock.Denise was on her knees, bent over with her face in.