Dougie the barman had more than hinted that my dinner invitation had been most unusual. And yet I had just seen two men rogering her apparently willin... daughters with her active connivance. Willing daughters? Isobel couldn't be more than fifteen. What was going on? Moreover, why did I find it so upsetting? I was a passer-by. I would be here for a couple of days then probably not pass this way again for months. What did I care about the sexual shenanigans of a pub landlady in a run-down village?. We will sort through the cargo later. I want to walk around the shore; hopefully we will find we are not alone."You know, oysters aren't that bad for breakfast. However, I would have eaten anything at this point. In the ocean I wash my forehead removing the crusted blood. The water feels cool and refreshing. I am sure there will be fish just off shore. Maybe it won't be necessary to catch any, but my hopes for a quick rescue are not good, especially if we are way off course."Ok Leeza lets start. ?Mr Fleming – we’ve just had a walk in for an interview. Her name is Alice. Pretty blonde. Shall I get her undressed and wait in my office for you???Is she fuckable?,? gasped Fleming, the effort of his thrusting taking its toll. ?Oh yes. If I were you I’d save your come for Alice rather than waste it on this lazy cunt Linda. She’s already asked me if you will be fucking her today. She’s really made an effort to make her tits look great. They are practically bursting through her shirt!? she. "You didn't think I'd actually do it when you suggested I took my panties off, I know. But you got naked anyway. Just in case, or were you just being naughty?" A little of both, I guess. And .... ooooh, God yes!.... it doesn't feel like you mind. Since we're on the subject, I love what I'm tasting right now!" My cock throbbed in her hand, feeling so close to cumming, but she always slowed down or changed her stroke just before it was too late. Her fingertips explored every intimate part.