Everyone knew he was the biggest thief on the island and the expectation was that he would not be coming back any time soon. His wife was evicted from...the Governor's palace and assigned to the rankest brothel at the foot of the harbor to service any client with the price of fifteen minutes in paradise. She was reputed to have the dirtiest mouth in the den of iniquity and never hesitated to perform for the proper fee regardless of the age or looks of the customer. I thought it was beneath her. "I'm getting really behind in your class. I've had problems at work and home I lied, and, well, I don't know what to do"I looked up at him with my big, hazel eyes filling with unshed tears. I had dressed very carefully for this meeting and was wearing a short skirt, and the ubiquitous tight, spaghetti strap tank top, which I happened to know, made his eyes positively swivel. My legs were tanned and in good shape, not thin but certainly not fat, just the right amount of shape to them. The over. She looked so vulnerable but so sexual tied up, her hood on and the gag, and with a strap on pointing towards the ceiling, waiting!Alison beckoned us over to the mother and indicated to me, that I should get onto the strap on. I cocked my leg and lowered myself onto the phallus. It felt so strongly sexual to mount a tied up woman and to play with her breasts as I bucked up and down. Illia was told to kneel and look closely at what was happening to me and how I went up and down on it, and then. "Close your eyes, step forward now!" the command was direct and I obeyed immediately. I could smell the delicious aroma of bathed flesh. Taken by her hand, I was led forward as the door closed behind, and then the bolt slid across with a thump."Undress and leave your clothes there!" daring not to open my eyes I did as commanded. "Everything off, quickly," she commanded, a little annoyance came through in her voice.As instructed, I had showered before I came over, but standing naked now I felt.