Their collars locked together with a short chain between them. The yacht had docked in a secluded harbor on the small island. The women could feel the...moist and warm air blowing in from shore. They had no idea where they were but clearly it was somewhere warm. A road led up into the hills but no house or building except for the harbor shed was visible from where they stood on deck. Jason pulled on the chain and the four women had to follow him. Linda was first then Jackie, Tina, and Gina. He wrapped his hands in that thick blonde hair, natural also, and d**g her to the stairs. She had no panties on, he knew she wouldn't. He got his pants down, he flipped her over and ran his cock in her wet pussy. Ran it all the way to his balls. She moaned..more she whispered. So he gave her more. He slam fucked her while he played with her clit. She was having climax after climax. Her pussy was practically squeezing his cock. He jerked his cock out of her pussy. No.. she whispered. He was so. After a short while, he noticed another familiar face at a table in the corner. He tried all night long to put a name to that face, but it wasn’t until the guy ran into Angela that he remembered him. ‘Tom Danielsen!’ He blurted out loud, suddenly. ‘What was that? Did you say something, Mr. Johnson?’ Asked the bartender. ‘What? Oh no, no, I was just thinking out loud Barb.’ ‘Would you like me to add tonight’s drinks to your tab, Mr. Johnson?’ ‘How much is my tab?’ ‘Including tonight, it comes. I wondered how anyone could spend that kind of money and just park it on the tarmac. Everything deteriorated just setting and also lost value.I understood why and how the Saudi broker did it when we bought one of the G5s; they had hundreds of billions of petro dollars to play games with and no taxes.This plane was in California; the land of crazy taxes, laws and fruitcakes. Maybe the fruitcake part explained it all; a fruitcake with money.Marcy had looked at expanding by adding several sites in.