And I felt the blood start to flow in my jeans. And coincidentally, that's when Chris asked to see my cock. I was embarrassed, because it was half har..., but that might have been for the best. Chris, like the producer, was impressed.He reached forward and held it. Another man was touching my dick. And he looked me in the eye as he did it."See? Look, you've got a pretty good looking piece of meat here, and I can say that, because I've seen a lot of cock. And I'm not uncomfortable telling you. .. permanently. They say you will be a new man and Ibelieve them." Her words made sense but she seemed to be sayingsomething else at the same time. I didn't fully understand but was gladI didn't have anything serious wrong with me. Angel said that we couldgo back to the hotel in a few hours and enjoy the rest of our vacationbefore returning home. "One thing, though," she pointed out, "is thatthe bandages will have to stay on until we're back in the States, so youwon't be able to hop on top. Once again, the words just fell out of my mouth without me thinking about it.“Sure,” he replied. “I usually just come for the day and I’ve never seen any of the cabins or cottages.”I asked Sarah if she wanted to join us and she politely declined, saying she wanted to work on getting rid of her tans lines. I laughed out loud, because she had no tan lines.I left my towel and my bikini top behind as George and I made out way towards the cottages. We chatted as we walked along, mostly about his. " he murmured. "I thought so. Heh. My very own little slut." He pressed closer, so their bodies were only inches apart."Unzip my pants, Renee."Her hands, treacherous things that they were, complied."Here." He grinned and guided her hand into the gap, against the bulge in his underwear.She must have winced, or frowned- something, because the next thing she knew, he had shoved her hand away. He gripped both wrists in one fist and slammed them above her head.Helpless."You fucking bitch," he.