Yakhir looked at the slate calendar on the wall: he had one week left to prepare.The week passed by quickly during the day and dribbled past miserably...at night. As the week went on, Adilah appeared more civil but still distant; she made no visits to Yakhir's room. He made time to stop by his new house and chat with his friends. Their bodies were tan all over from the sun but often they looked like ghosts, they were so coated in mortar and grout. He nearly fell into the trenches that ran through. She's a white, married, BBC slut like me. I told her about our date and she wondered if you might have a friend.[Me] Can you send a pic?A minute later, I heard a "ding" and checked my phone. Tina had sent a blurred picture of a mature, fortyish, white woman. She was topless with fairly firm C-cups. Over all, she had a trim figure and a tattoo of a black spade surrounding the letter Q on her left breast.[Me] Will her husband be coming?[Tina] Definitely![Me] It's last minute, but I'll see if I. “Still now thee canst bed er can’t thee?” She suggested.“I only found the register entry this half hour since,” I admitted.“Oh well no harm done,” She declared, “She’ll bring I a bit extra in her pocket if her makes a go of whoring.”I sighed, I still had not solved the conundrum of how to find a chaste maid to serve me, and now through sheer stupidity I had thrown away the chance to bed Maria.I had my supper and went to bed that evening.The bedroom door opened shortly after I put my bedside. ”“But it will leave tan lines.”“Stop moaning Skye and put the bloody thing on.” A frustrated me said.Wearing only the life-jackets, Skye and I climbed down onto one of the 2 platform things that were at water level at either side of the back of the yacht. Just as we got there a small speed boat came out from underneath the yacht between the 2 platforms. The speed boat had 2 of the naked (except for life-jackets) girl staff members on it. One got off, onto the platform and told Skye and me that.