"See you at noon boy... Better lube up your ass and clear your throat... ", he said laughing hard as he drove away satisfied he found yet another isla...der to fuck. And a celebrity at that.Christopher grinned from ear to ear. As he walked up the long stairs from the road to the site of the WWII bunkers he heard a commotion. Some of the tourists did not like it that the workers had removed part of the garden path. The path between the two sets of 12 bunkers led directly from the main island's. Suddenly, he wanted to see Nancy, to find out just what she could do for him with Weindorf, the producer.. But first, he had to collect his dough plus interest from the Empress. He’d already made up his mind to go on her trip with her.He got up and walked to a corner drugstore and got an envelope and stamps, then came back to the neighborhood bar for another bourbon. He borrowed a piece of paper from the bartender and wrote on it: “Darling, hope you heard the good news from the. You should go!”Reaching the A379 just after 2:00 pm, they stopped in Stokenham to check out The Tradesman Arms and the menu posted outside, and then conducted a tour of the small burg before continuing on to Torcross. Arriving in the village just after 3:00 pm, they found the office of the estate agent off Dockey’s Lane. The estate agent’s name was Roderick Clive.“Fisherman’s Cottage, oh yes.” His grip was firm, his handshake quick and perfunctory. “One of the finest rental cottages we have,. Fuck me like you did last time. Fuck me all night. All I want right now is that cock up my ass. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me hard!!!” Once again, it looked to Amy like the couple knew where the camera was located. They could see clearly from their vantage point that Enis was on his feet, his knees bent at almost a ninety degree angle, while he slammed his black cock into the milky white skinned redhead’s backside with almost reckless abandon. Amy had forgotten, but obviously her boyfriend.