I slip into the fishnet bodysuit and put on the blindfold. This time I leave the ipod in the basket so we can talk. I hear the footsteps in the sand ...his time as Chris approaches. I feel like a child at Christmas about to open my presents. Like the previous weeks I am tied to each stake. I receive a kiss on each nipple, one on my pussy and a long slow kiss on my lips. I then hear the sound of clothes being removed and drop to the ground. A trickle of juice releases down my pussy lips and rests. She started to walk upstairs and then she stopped. “What are we supposed to change into? All of our clothes are in the truck.”“Crap,” Phil muttered. “I didn’t think of that. I guess we’ll just have to fight the heat.”“It’s a hundred degrees out there and I’m not interested in making 50 trips carrying shit in here,” Katelyn pointed out. “We can just swim in our underwear. No big deal.”“I’m not wearing any,” Tiffany said, looking slightly amused. The other two women just turned to look at her.. 11 heads turned to look at me, 9 of whom I knew. After some of the girls had hugged me and pulled excitedly at my hair (I’d dip dyed my dark brown hair blonde and the ombre effect seemed to fascinate them) the one face I’d been waiting to see broke through the rest. My closest friend in Cuba, and maybe in the world, the male lead dancer Cesar, stepped forward and scooped me up in his arms. The girls giggled and the guys raised their eyebrows, everyone thought Cesar and I were more than friends. He hadnt noticed me peeking through the blinds. Im a working class fella and grew up with some rough around the edges types and a few who went over the edges and all the way. I knew a scrote casing a place when I saw it.And I was watching it now.And I knew a 'skiprat' when I saw one too.This was getting bad.He rang the bell. I steadied myself and thought, 'Well, youve come this far now, youre going to have to make the most of it, just be careful.'I answered the door, he moved to come in, "Look.