Early in December of that year, a DVD with a Jamaican return address arrived at the house. Inside was a note from Samuel that wished us happy memories...and hoped we had found "balance."We popped it in.The title was "Jamaican Memories," and opened with the standard Jamaican tourist intro: white sand beaches and happy couples.Then the scene cut to Jaye being fisted on the beach, first by Samuel (no face, just his Black arm buried past the wrist in her cunt and Jaye's contorted face urging him on),. ..”“Thanks” She replied drily as she removed a tissue form the box at the side of the bed, reaching up under her skirt to wipe her pussy. “Do you really have to watch? Can’t a girl wipe her fanny in peace?”“Show me it.”“What! No! Fuck off you perv.”He reached down and picked up her panties, “Show me.”“Fuck off!” She said, laughing “Give me my knickers back.”He held her pants out of her reach. “Nope. Show me.”“For the love of god ... Fine.” She stepped back and raised her skirt, showing him her. His mouth was on me before I could protest. After it was, I did protest but only because we were not out of the stream fast enough. My hands were digging into his chest, his back, his hair… Every surface that I could find. He was sucking on my lips, his hands having already found my bottom. We stumbled onto the land, desire making us forget everything else. Oh God Cass… Too long have I waited…, his breathless voice was murmuring as he nibbled into my ears. I found his lips and opened my. That wasn't in the mission brief.The president teed off of tee number one within six minutes of getting out of his limo. Bob dutifully clicked his mouse, and the crosshairs of camera four on sat number 5672 followed what to Bob's eyes were the invisible ball, as it flew down the fairway. When it stopped moving, the computer beeped and Bob zoomed in until he could see the distinctly colored ball.He glanced in the corner of the screen and muttered the numbers he saw there into the microphone of.