By the time I got into work, all the girls are looking at me in a new light. Some of the girls amplified the flirting. Those girls I work on first and...force them to beg before I give them the cock. The first eleven workdays, I sleep with a different girl each night.My little redhead, Kate, is feeling a little betrayed. So I asked her out again on the twelfth day. I do my best to make her feel special. Though I am a slut, and she knows I am only using her for sex, she notices that she is the. When he looked again only a small blush graced her cheeks as she said, Oh, Dean! Its just skin! Dont be such a pervert!. He shook his head at her nonchalant answer, and turned to head back to the campsite. Where are you going?. He heard her ask. Im going to get you some clothes, where else? He replied, as he turned back to the trail hed made. He heard her tinkling laughter once more. No your not Dean. Your going to stay and swim with me. She said with conviction. Dean sighed, already dreading. “Just look at the state of your uniform, little girl...” I reached forward and grabbed the shirt, which I knew our youngest would never again wear, and pulled it forward. The top button beneath her tie flew off and a loud tear sounded as the right shoulder ripped and dangled down exposing the red bra cup beneath. “And that’s not regulation underwear either is it, Miss?” I backhanded her breast earning a yelp from my wife, “No... It’s not... Mr Brooks... I’m... sorry ...” she whimpered. “Take. I grabbed one of the Champagne bottles and opened it, filling everyone’s glass. ‘To friends and any excuse for celebrating life,’ I said. With that, we clinked our glasses, each of us had a sip, and we dug into the abundance in front of us. A bit later we were all pretty stuffed, on our third bottle of the bubbly, and feeling no pain. We’d enjoyed a busy half-hour of eating, drinking, and talking. Now, we all became quiet, listening to the music and watching the wind and waves in the harbor..