“You enjoyed that – you slut.”Alice grinned but it wasn’t a nice grin.“You know what sheriff, I think my husband is area... big asshole. So there should be plenty ofroom for you. But before you fuck that asshole Iwant to see him clean my pussy juice off of yourcock.”The sherriff grinned, rolled over and brought hiscrotch to the edge of the bed. I tried to back upbut the leg clamp wouldn’t move. I tried beggingbut they both laughed and not friendly.I. I made sure to fix and glue my cock so it looked like a pussy. When I was all done I put on a lite silk robe on and called him. I said thank you for the letter and he asked if I was mad I told him not at all to come back that I had surprise for him. I know he had to be neverous on his ride back.It was about 20 minutes later he finally showed up I heard him at the door and met him at it in the robe.He looked a little confussed an said are you sure your not mad as we stood there.I told him hush. We declared Friday to be a holiday andinvited all the team and every person, who had helped, in for acelebration. We purchased cases of champagne and lots of good food. Samwas very good and stuck to soft drinks but I got legless. Mike helpedSam get me upstairs to bed and I have no memory of how the day ended.Apparently I had spent the last part of the evening complaining that Iwould not be able to shoot Justin now. People thought I was hilarious,little did they know.Saturday I awoke with a. The women were there to have a good time with another woman. Couples met on the street, in the shops and all was good. Different age groups mixed, and nationalities and colour. Only one this mattered: lesbian sex.Wendy was from Manchester and Laura from Liverpool. They had met in Berlin and took their holidays together most of the time. They only slept together when they were in a foreign country. They were in their early 50s, a little plump but not fat by any means, had a good rack and an ass.