Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her down and smiled pleasantly as she filled in the book. "What's the date?" she asked, i...stantly regretting forcing more conversation out of the receptionist than was completely necessary."October 31st," came the brusque reply."Ooh, Halloween!" cooed Leanne excitedly. She started thinking about her themed party coming in a couple of days and the sexy little outfit she was planning to wear. A couple of seconds later she had finished. I had to lean against a wall to keep from falling on my face! Gently putting her back on her feet, I began our tour of the apartment.The apartment on the top floor of a building is normally known as the penthouse. In our case, that is a particularly apt title. The reason is that while it was at the top of the building, it wasn’t really a part of it. We received utility service from the building, of course, but didn’t even need to. For electric power, there was a Caterpillar diesel generator. Obligingly, she had grasped her buttocks near the top of her thighs not only revealing her arsehole but also showing a larger expanse of her now gaping cunt. The lips were slightly apart showing a pink and rather wet looking gash. Her arsehole was also gaping slightly which led me to believe it had seen two-way traffic in its time!As I looked on I could hear myself murmuring ‘Oh Fuck!’ under my breath as I imagined burying my face in between her thighs. I wanted to start at her clitoris, lick. By-and-large, the Caribbean had been ignored by Confederacy extractions, and the harem felt that judicious pickups would likely yield some needed cultural diversity. CAP testing stations were sent to islands, yielding interesting results. General extractions were scheduled for islands not on the Summer’s final itinerary on her last Caribbean cruise. Others were planned for after her departure from her ports of call. The harem had first dibs... Timing could not have been better. The Summer’s.