I also hoped she would keep me permanently, letting me me sniff and service forever, the divine orifice which had borne the dominatrix who had led me ...o her. Forever that is, until my sweet humiliating appointment with the noose, that had dispatched her husband. Her husband; the feeble male whose only purpose in life had been to seed this black widow; creating my captor. My emergence was awaited by a line of mature dommes, no doubt with spiteful bitch daughters of their own, who applauded. Once Henrietta has turned round and pushed his arse against Georges hip, George and I kiss again before he too turns onto his side. I turn onto my side as well and snuggle up against George so that my stiff cock rubs his arse cheek. When I collected the baby dolls I brought the lube and some condoms as well just in case anybody wanted them. I squeeze lube onto my finger and leaning over George I lube Henrietta's arse and even poke my finger a short way in. Then I lube George's cock. I kiss him. Instead of telling the news to my sweet wife; I decided to buy another ticket for the next flight to Barbados. I wanted to witness what these ladies would do there, knowing that their loving husbands were at home, watching the castle…The night before, I wanted to fuck my sensual babe. But Ana refused to do it, because she said that she had a feeling she would be fucking a lot in Barbados. My jaw dropped down…But then she told me that she wanted to mean, she would fuck with her nice good. No matter, she dressed much older, it fitted better with the tourists the shop 'fleeced'. Oh boy did they fleece the tourists! This was a tourist town. The Castle, a part-time seat of the Monarchy was only just up the road and everything about this small town was about parting the tourists, the ‘Grockles’ in local parlance, from their money. Trouble is they were good at it, extracting the money that is, very good. As a local, well from the next town anyway, I had to bargain pretty hard to get.