“Would you like a drink?” the original woman smiled to me. I thoght about it and had nighmares of being drugged but decided if they were going to ...o something they alreadywould have. “Yes, Please. Anything with vodka in it. Thanks.” I watched her walk to the wall and open a panel which led to a small inset bar. .Before mixing the drink she removed the long jacket she had been wearing and revealed the same exact gold outfit as the other woman. What the hell? She brought my drink to me and I took. I still had one leg awkwardly trapped inside my shorts but I was otherwise exposed, my nakedness vulnerable and powerless. He flipped me over with a swipe of one hand and sand sprayed everywhere as he grabbed my waist and yanked me up onto my knees and towards his groin.And then I felt his hairy, sweaty body astride my buttocks and that weapon between my thighs, lifting my own shrivelled cock and balls with his tool, rigid and curving beneath my body and cupping my testicles, as he crouched. I sucked up and down his length as I stroked him. I loved the taste, the feeling of fullness having him in my mouth. As much as I wanted this to last, I had a sense of urgency also, I didn't want something to spoil this before I got a chance to taste his cum. I was so hungry for it. I quickened my pace and it wasn't long until I was rewarded with his orgasm. He shot the first stream of cum into my mouth without any warning. I was surprised by the force of it and the taste and leaned back away. "OK, OK, you can listen in. But let me warn you, I probably won't even be able to get it up with you hovering over me like the Gestapo." If you can't win on logic, just turn up the rhetoric, that's my motto."I'm sure you'll do just fine, honey. Nightie-night." Nightie-night."So that's how I found myself pacing back and forth in the bedroom a few nights later, waiting for the phone to ring. Cindy was sitting in the comfortable French armchair with a slightly amused expression on her face,.