I woke up, the day was beautiful, my uncle had left early, I went to the pool with only the bottom of the bikini on, without caring about the caretake..., Seu Mário, his house was a little far from the pool. Sometimes I felt someone watching me, but I relaxed, thinking about the night before, I got wet and I also took off the bottom of the bikini and felt at ease.At night again, having nothing to do, I watched a little TV, as soon as I heard the car engine, I turned off the TV and went to the. He supplied all the details. Why was he doing this? He hadn't told a soul and now he was opening his heart to a complete stranger. He didn't use his wife's name, constantly talking about her as his wife, how he had encouraged her to dance, to flirt, and finally to fuck another man right there at this resort, a black man whom she met in the pool! How they had both agreed it was 'just sex' and how on the second night she had a threesome with two black men. How it had excited him no end to watch. As we walked up to the door, it slowly opened, like a badly written "B" movie. I followed Mr. Ronald in and the door slammed shut, I turned to see an ancient old fossil of a man standing between us and the door. In a voice strong and clear this aging Caucasian gentleman spoke 'Ronald, you promised me a show, yet you brought this boy here.' Mr Ronald turned and said in a calm voice 'don't worry Carl, you'll get your show and be highly satisfied.' The three of us entered a huge hall and made. Tegan found herself circling around the oysters until she finally picked one up and inspected it. It quickly became obvious this was new to her.“The best way to eat those is to just let it slide down your throat.” Daddy remarked and Tegan followed his instruction, prying the meat free and tipping it into her mouth, swallowing quickly as Daddy watched. To Tegan, the flavour was positively foul, the texture like snot, or a mouthful of semen. In fact, as an experienced semen-consumer, Tegan felt.