”“Excuse me? He was staring at me legs and chest the whole time he was standing there.” Scoffed Betty. “If anything, I’m the hottest one at ...his table.”“Oh yeah? The male was staring at me the entire time, he focused on ME first, I’m certainly more attractive by far.” Smirked Lyra, gaining dirty looks from the other two women.“Really? You two have been playing second fiddle to the original gamma bombshell at this table this entire time, I’ve been turning heads LONG before you two showed. “Actually, yes. She once did it while we were driving down the motorway. She undid her jeans and slowly slid her fingers inside her pants and stroked herself for half an hour. She only stopped when we hit a traffic jam, she didn’t want some lorry driver looking down into out car and seeing her doing that.” He laughed, she could be a minx, sometimes. She did that kind of thing to wind him up, or turn him on. He was never quite sure which, neither was she. “She let me watch.”“I can see you liked. After displaying how agile my fingers can be underwater, I ordered him to sit on the edge of the tub so that I could taste his essence. When he obeyed, I assumed he was a subservient lover, but I was wrong. As soon as my lips encircled his girth, his fingers entwined in my hair, and he made sure I performed precisely to his liking. Apparently, I didn't disappoint and, after swallowing his thick, hot protein shake, he kissed me passionately, saying he was going to fuck me. I reached into his lap. "So, what brings you to, Martinique?" she coyly asked me when she noticed me staring at her legs. I stood up, pointed to the window and replied, "The balmy, tropical weather of your beautiful Island." She laughed as she stared at my torso. My t-shirt was soaked and clung to my toned body. Moisture began to build up between her legs. "You've met Poseidon, I'm Angelique," she smiled and extended her hand. I shook her hand and replied, "A pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm Gil." "I must.