“Another round, please,” said Anne. I had looked away, trying not to be obvious by staring at her. Life is funny sometimes. Within weeks of arriv...ng on the island I had lost my virginity and now I was seriously considering being with another woman. I had no idea where that came from. Back home, homosexuality was frowned upon, and the few gay men hid it. I had never heard about lesbians living in my village, but I guess there had to be a few. It must be this crazy place I thought while. Jennifer looked up at the butler. ‘Water for me, please,’ she said. Michael waved off the butler who hovered over him. ‘Nothing for me. Thank you,’ said Michael to the butler and to Mr. Mozilo. He was so tanned. He was so well mannered. He was so polished. If she didn’t know he was Angelo Mozilo, the son of a butcher, and a successful banker, she would have thought he was Ralph Lauren. By his polished look and the cut of his clothes, periwinkle, silk lounging pajamas with a matching silk robe,. I was being fucked senseless by a machine that the 2 dildos were conected to. My cunt was all gooey from my cunt juice and from being gang bang last nite, absolutely soaked in cum, at least 20 guys worth. The dildo was covered in my juice and their cum, going in and out, in and out-goo was leaking out of my hairy cunt, running down to my asshole which had been throughly fucked last nite also-that dildo was soaked in cum and ass juice.My very large 44DD tits were wrapped in rope and were a. Then she did it, opened it, stepped out of it to a wall of cheers and yell from the audience. Her audience. She looked over one shoulder, but could see nothing, only the sharp light from the spots. She became more confident, began to dance a little. Dropped the jacket to a new roar of cheers. Maybe this would be easy, after all. No-one would know her here, after all. She turned to face HER audience and realized that she was too fast. Wearing only a white shirt and underwear, she still had to do.