I don’t even want to know what the protein was they put in it. I heard they eat guinea pigs down here.The Canadian dude wasn’t Len Lauerman. That�...�s all I knew about him. I didn’t know his name and I didn’t care. I walked on the court and sent my first serve along the left wall right at his feet.“Short!” the ref called.“What?” That was a perfect serve and was well over the short line. He took my second serve off the back wall and it landed in the crotch.“Side out!”“Wait! That was on the floor!. As we steamed towards the Fiords our generation gap was shrinking; our friendship growing.We experienced dining together in the luxurious restaurant with all its grandeur; followed by the farce of getting dolled-up together in the small cabin. Eventually two glamorous females were ready to enjoy some dancing in the ballroom.I think I spent too long dancing with Gerald which had left Margo sat alone simply watching us. But I found being on a dance-floor intoxicating. Gerald told me I danced. Her hair was matted and dirty, just as her skin. The dank room wasdark, until the door was opened. "Feeding time, my pet," the wordsmade her heart jump. However it was not the words, but rather the voice thatspoke them. As she smiled upon hearing him, she felt something being thrown ather. It was food scraps. She grasped the scraps and ate hungrily, as though shehad not eaten in days. She was fairly skinny, but not enough to show starvation.She ate until her belly was full, smiling as she knew. Sam spread her feet apart and leaned forward, bending at the waist, thereby thrusting her round full ass back at his crotch. She let her forehead rest on the glass wall. She pulled her hands off the wall bringing one to each side of her ass. Sam grabbed with each hand the flesh of her ass cheek and pulled them apart, showing Josh the asshole that was his for the taking. He rubbed the pre-cum from his dick on her asshole and spit down on it to provide further lubrication. He was bursting. He.