A little more tipsy than I usually was this early in the afternoon, I decided to go for broke and introduce myself to them, fuck the rejection...Who c...res? In my semi-inebriated state, I decided I could make a better first impression if I dressed as revealingly as they did. I pulled on my white Speedo Bikini bathing suit. My cock, balls and ass cheeks were plainly visible through the thin material; my wiry pubic hairs created a dark shadow in the front of my suit. No shirt, no shoes...I went. But I also didn’t know how much James and Henry knew about the arrangements and what they expected, if anything, my role would be.Fortunately, Amy jumped in and started talking to them. “James, Henry. I believe I mentioned in my text message yesterday that the usual plans for your arrival hit an unexpected bump in the road. Mandi is the newest and brightest star in our marketing area. When we explained our current quandary to her, she was quick to offer to do what she can to make sure you both. Ich spürte seine Zunge, wie sie vom Steißbein bis an meine Muschi leckte.Dieses dauerte leider nicht sehr lange, bis er sich wieder hinstellte und mir seinen Schwanz mit einem Stoß in die Muschi schob und gleich anfing zu ficken. Leider kam er schon nach wenigen Stößen, und auch bei dem nächsten zwei dauerte es nicht länger. Erst der vierte hatte mehr Ausdauer, und so konnte ich die Anderen mit der Hand oder dem Mund verwöhnen. Mein Kleid hatten sie mir ganz ausgezogen, was auch besser war,. ” She whispered with a twinkle in her voice.“Shit…” I tried to hide it, and rubbed at it. It seemed to have soaked into the cloth and won’t probably come out till I wash it, which I didn’t have the time for now.“It’s not your fault that you are slut, and are super-sensitive and super-aroused all the time.” Lindsay whispered, and I glared at her. I hated her when she called me a slut. My inner-me and I were two different people. I wasn’t a slut. Well, technically I was, and my repressed behavior.