Let me enfold you in my flesh, take you so deep as I kill you slowly. Let me taste your blood as you give me your soul. I want to taste your death as ...ou taste final ecstasy." Every word drew me closer, slowly stepping into her embrace. She moaned softly into my ear as I slid into her flesh, her muscles tightening about my shaft as her legs wrapped around my hips. Groaning in pleasure, I thrust into her, feeling her claws dig into my back as she arched up against me, our bodies moving quickly. This trip was going to really cost her husband quite a pretty penny in more ways than one.The Party of Six left on Sunday afternoon and arrived at Jamaica's Montego Bay Airport late in the afternoon. One of those jaunty jitneys, a brightly painted, open-air jeep with the fringe on top, picked them up. Their driver was an elderly local Rastafarian with long dreadlocks. He looked over the pretty white American women with a practiced eye. He knew why they were here. The old Jamaican just wished. There maybe more work for you."I needed the money no doubt about that. Digging ditches a labourer just didn't make that sort of money. She walked along side me continuing her hard sell. I wasn't listening. I was thinking how bad can it be. "... You're a good looking bloke, physically fit, great shoulders and butt.. " her head turned to look at my ass, checking me out. " Mmmm Damn $200 if you pose nude for an hour. " "What the fuck! I'm nearly 40. Are you blind." I was really starting to. She now has the ability to run again, because her crushed spine has been healed."Beth looked as the young woman blushed at the Sergeants words, and said, "You were paralyzed?" Yes I was, I was eleven years old, and was walking home from school when a drunk driver hit me and crushed my lower spine. I now can walk and run, and I am getting married in two months."Beth looked at the two of them, and said, "Where are you all from? You have all this technology, and you still have drunk drivers?"Jamie.