She held one hand of my mine and moved it to her pussy and whispered, “This needs your attention.” I massaged it from above her 3/4ths and she was...going crazy. She asked me to put my hands in to only find out she was not wearing panty. She said she doesn’t like wearing any inners when she goes to sleep.She caught hold of my dick and was quite surprised by the size of it. While I fingered her, she kept stroking my dick and making it ooze pre-cum. I fingered her nice and rough and she seemed to. ‘Now get dressed and go and have a shower. Not your outside clothes Chris,’ she admonished, ‘The sarong you have been given. You’ll find clean ones on your beds, so it’s sarongs or nothing from now on. Understood? Okay, so have your shower and then come down to the bar. You have only an hour before dinner.’ I looked down at my wrist to check the time and realized that I’d had put my watch into the safe. ‘Is it that time already?’ I said to Ann. ‘It must be,’ she replied, fixing her sarong. She would do whatever it took to make this restaurant work for him. If he needed her, she would be his for as long as he wanted her. Freddie nodded her head and said, ‘Yeah, I’ll help.’ Then, shaking her head and looking around at the barren room, she said, ‘What do you have in mind?’ CHAPTER NINE The next few weeks were filled with picking out tables and chairs with a western flair, learning painting techniques to make the walls look like worn leather, and choosing wagon wheel fixtures for the. As my freshly-sharpened kitchen blade sliced through the pepper's blood-orange skin, she slid up to me, gave me a peck on the cheek and asked: "Watcha cookin'?" I told her what I was cooking, to which she smiled, gave me a flash of those big blue eyes and in her most sarcastic tone replied: "Ah, you do know when I said spice things up, I was being metaphoric, right?" "The capcaisin in the chilli produces..." but before I could go on she abruptly stopped me. "Shut up Mr Science, I don't want.