He smiled and gently turned me toward the aft end of the boat toward our room. Mother and the girls followed behind.Chuck opened the door to our room....There, laying on the bed, was the transparent black dress I had worn for the wedding. There was no bra, black garter belt, or stockings, no black thong. “You will be naked under it like we talked about months ago, the way you wanted to get married.”Mother and Gina had seen me intimate. Sofia and Ornella were grown. The rest? It would be fine. I. Fuck me,’ he thought to himself. ‘And to think that I’ll be alone with her for hours, maybe even for days.’ Oh, my God, a sexual fantasy come true, as if awaiting further orders or as if she was his own personal robot that he needed to instruct before she’d service him, she stood before him in her panty and bra. Implanting this vision permanently in his brain of her standing in front of her in her bra and panty, with him having hours and perhaps even days alone with her, he didn’t want to. You tell me what you want and when.” She looked scared and desirable at the same time. “Do you want me now?”“Yes, god help me, I do want you. Let’s go inside.” I led her into my bedroom. “Let me undress you.” Roach was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top and sandals. “I want to touch you first.” I ran my hands over her body, her waist, her breasts, her ass, between her legs. “Raise your arms, please.” I pulled her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were lovely and I explored. ..eehh… Smith, Sir. You must be Mr. Obatulezi? Thank you for coming so far”.“Obutulezi. No problem! I was actually not so far away anyway. And I intend to stay nearby for my own business and pleasure!” His roaring laughter for some reason made the men nervous. “Did you bring the goods, Mr. Obutuluzi”, asked Mr. Smith.“Of course. I just wanted to see you gentlemen before I give away my treasure.” Behind the dark windows of the Range Rover Sonia watched the six men waiting for her. It was almost.