Where was she? Not in the dining room. Not in the loo, or the utility.Upstairs? In the bedroom all ready waiting for me? I rushed up. Head round the d...or ... not there. “Amanda,” I called. No answer. The second bedroom? No. Third? No. Spare room? No. Saffie’s door was open ... No.I went back down. I’d have to look out onto the patio after all, through the big kitchen window...Saffie was still completely naked, on her side, looking at the sunbed next to her; on which was Amanda - naked! Next to. But I also knew that if I became Bull's mistress, it was over for me an Josh even if by some miracle he were found. I could not accept that. If I had to have a man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one alternative: another man. And the other man was obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto.As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't working, a crueler side of him re-emerged. I came to learn that he had a native woman from a down-river tribe in his house at the camp. Apparently she had. I tucked the top end into the bottom so it looked like two neat folds at both ends. Zoe picked the towel up from her lap and held it against her face. I tried so hard not to look but she opened her legs invitingly. I ran my fingers inside the top of her dressing to make sure it wasn’t rutted and smoothed my hands either side of it to her toes. She moaned again and moved a little forward so I could see all the way up her skirt if I wanted. My left hand under her ankle I gently pressed the ball. "That's nice, girls. Now we've had a little talk and we've decided we want to have a little contest. When we say 'go,' we want you to start touching yourselves. Whoever comes first wins."The blonde spoke up, "Win? But what's the prize?"This took Master back for a moment. He looked at the other two gentlemen and back again, "That's a good point, I hadn't thought of that. What sort of prize would you want?" I want a mouthful of my Daddy's come."Master looked at the blonde's owner and he blushed a.