His right hand is tucked awkwardly into the front of his trench coat and he is smiling wolfishly. He cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, w...iting for me."Ummm, hi, I'm..." I manage to say before half choking on the sucker which I had neglected to remove from my mouth. Spluttering, I can feel myself turning all shades of red."Nervous?" he asks, his voice full of concern but obviously edged with sarcasm. I nod my head dumbly, trying to smile back despite my embarassment."It's ok, I. "What is it?" I asked, pulling away from my daughter."I need you to look at something," Vicky informed me. Her voice was calm but it held a note of seriousness in it. Something was up.Quickly I unzipped the entrance and crawled out of it. I was naked and I didn't bother putting on any clothing. Vicky had seen me in my glory before and I didn't think that it mattered too much if she saw me with a stiff cock once again. I did grab my web belt and holster as I stepped out. For some reason, Vicky's. That I wanted nothing more than to submit to him. He talked to me so gentle, yet he wanted nothing more than to hear me whimper and gasp every time his hands wrapped around my throat. And he leaned into my ear and whispered, “do you want me to leave a mark?” And I did, more than anything. I wanted him to leave his hand prints on my neck and on my chest. I wanted to lift my shirt and see that he was once there. That he had broken me and bruised me. That he had used my body for every filthy. A thought flashes through your mind but you quickly dismiss it as craziness, not going to happen. After dinner, Kevin wants to go back to the beach bar for one more drink before heading to the room to fuck the night away. Chris is still there and he spends some time talking to you. He is originally from New York City but has been living in Aruba for the past 10 years, tired of the rat race he just packed up and moved and has been bartending ever since. You lose track of time, and the number.