"Yous lost?" I asked, because these guys were definitely not from the neighborhood. Too many gold watches on their wrists, gold rings on their fingers... and too much fine Italian leather on their feet.One of the very Italian-looking gentlemen stepped to the fore. "Our boss has decided you have meddled in things that do not concern you for the last time. Sal's reputation as a neutral party protected you before but tonight's little fiasco crossed the last line," he said with an eager smile. He was. Not only was I not wearing red slippers, but Samantha’s boots were also gone. I was still wearing the simple dress, however.What I found in the landscape was not the harsh desert sands of Arizona, but sand dunes, strangely yellowed in color. The sky above was a pale blue and richly moist as if it were early morning near the ocean, but without the taste and smell of salt in it.I held the rope in my hand and turned to the horizon, but all I could see was wind-drifted sand on the rolling dunes. I. People of all ages and sizes were there, all of them completely naked, it certainly was a strange sight. We spotted a quiet looking spot between two rocks, and made our way to it. Being checked out, and checking out all the naked men on the beach, was such a turn on. Cocks of all shapes and sizes, some large, some small, some hairy, some cleanly shaved. I felt a deep down desire to have them all. I was worried that my shorts would have a visible wet patch from my dripping wet pussy. We laid out. But, I have proof." At the being's gesture, an image appeared before me. It showed a well dressed woman, laughing gaily as she shared a formal meal with a man that could best be described as the ideal of handsome success. The woman wiped a tear from her eye, and began to speak. Her tone was one of mocking joy, and her words cut deep into John. "Oh him? What about that sad bastard? John was just a means to an end. The dumbass actually thought that I loved him, and I still have no idea why. I.