“Okay, Fred. Here’s your investment fund. Send away for the best wine, the best ale, the best distilled spirits. Send away for entertainers--minst...els jongleurs, story tellers.”Since I’d entered this plane I’d gained a new confidence in my arts. It all centered around visualization. My arts boiled down to whatever I could imagine in detail I could execute.I walked around the building, taking a good look. The place had been well-built of heavy stone blocks, but was showing its age. I waved away. " Said Mick. "You'll always be Miss."I laughed and we all walked back towards the clubhouse. I hate getting into the car with salt water all over my body and in my hair so I was going to have a quick shower in the new shower rooms.I waved goodbye to them as they wandered back towards their clothes. As they walked they began nudging each other and looking back at me. By the time I had walked into the shower room the boys were all back at their clothes. The shower room had six shower cubicles on. "Peter my friend, " he shouted, "You got me a present to cement our business!" She looked at him with half a sneer, but her eyes tracked down to his fat belly and bulging crotch. I was about to explain the situation when Kemal just grabbed her, yanked her towards him and simply ripped her blouse open. I thought she would freak and scream, but she just stood there, then threw her head back and laughed as he bent and buried his face in her tits. As you can imagine I was a bit taken aback. I'd. ...that is twice what I weigh….but I have a cunt…that means I will destroy you”Then softer to me.“And I hope you try to resist…please resist”.She swung her arm in a ark and slapped my face. The sound echoed in the glade. With her other hand she slapped my other cheek. And repeated the slaps, waiting after each one so as to get a good swing and impact.After some twenty slaps my head was beginning to sway through the strain to my neck and my face red with the impacts.She moved back and looked at.