“The other one would be slut,” he said, “and she will be watching the sand.“Come,” he said forcefully, “it will be getting dark soon and I...want to be through the cut and out into the open ocean before the sun sets.”As soon as he stood up, slut sprang to her feet and I followed her example. We waded back to the shore and then walked to the center of the island and up to the bunker. When we got there, he tossed a flashlight to slut and then said to me, “Slave slut will hand things out to you. " First, it will keep them away from the press. Perhaps we can, uh, re-orient their thinking." You mean pay them off? From what I hear, I don't think that will work. How will you get them to come here?" We aren't going to ask them," was his curt reply."YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" she yelled. "Do you know how much shit that could bring down on us?" Listen on and decide which kind of shit you would rather deal with," he said tersely."That fuckin' website!" she screamed when Molly mentioned it. "Why have. He without hesitation pulled her to the bar as they passed, slickly ordered a pint and a lager for her, then with his strong arm round her asked her name, giving his as Terry. She gave her name then reminded her she was a married woman, he regarded her for a moment with an intense gaze that seemed to penetrate her very soul, then he said in a voice that would have melted even a cold heart, “look, if he had been a real husband he would have grabbed you back after me showing him I was groping. I looked at my hostess and saw that she wore the same revealing bra as before, but now she also wore a bikini pant that turned out to be a string model when she lazily swung around.Her round, very mature, female tail was now completely naked for my admiring looks. I looked at her from behind as she bent down to remove the sandals, and saw how the thin string disappeared between her buttocks and how the thin fabric came forward and tightened over her round hill and slid a little into her fit.