‘I’m just so excited, that it don’t take three hours to get here,’ I say sarcastically. ‘Sometimes I worry about you, boss,’ she says as s...e shakes her head at me. We laugh, then grab our bags and head into the hotel. I’m carrying her suitcase (which feels like thousand pounds) and mine, as she’s carrying my suit bag, keeping them from getting wrinkled. As we approach the receptionist, she gives us a big grin and starts in on her greeting, ‘Hello, and welcome to the Asheville Marriott, we have. . I cancelled all the other tests... you'll see," he promised."Has she acted before?" You'll see."We all simply stood openmouthed when Miss Bianca Downing was escorted on scene by Josie at ten the next morning. I finally turned and mumbled to Pete, "Shit man, why didn't you tell me she was perfect?" Screw you boss," he laughed."Mr. Scouries," the angel breathed, a broad welcoming smile on her face."Miss Downing?" I asked and then offered her my hand. She simply walked by my hand and plastered. I want your tits pointing straight out and available for my hand.Fingers? Neck? Oh, yea, I can do that. Available for what?His hand.It was a very warm hand that touched my left tit. He slid his hand under my tit, as if weighing it. I recall wondering if it passed inspection or not.It must have, because he began to rearrange it. He squeezed my tit. Pinched the nipple, which just happen to be hard and very aroused. Then he bounced my boob up and down as if he were dribbling a small ball attached. Still dazed and confused as to how you got on an island, you stagger towards the entrance of the dense jungle. You are trembling like a leaf and both your head and heart is pounding wildly as you hear the screams of various exotic birds and the constant faint sound of crickets and frogs each making their respective sound.You start weighing up the options whether to continue exploring the beach, go into the jungle or just rest until the pounding of your head goes away.“How the fuck did I get.