Sasha straightened her back before she finally turned around to face me. “Do I pass your inspection, Master?” “With flying colors.” I spoke ba...k to her. “Now tell me, what's your biggest kink? What gets you more excited then anything else?” She waited a moment, likely debating whether or not she wanted to tell me the truth or what she thought I wanted to hear. “I enjoy light BDSM, Master. I liked to be spanked, name calling, being tied up with handcuffs or ropes. Not enough to do a series. Would we like to see the menu and choose now to help chef prepare?’ With something of a flourish she produced two menus and we sat and sipped our drinks and made our choices which Miss King, who confided that her name was Phoebe, recorded faithfully. ‘Her name is Grace. Now that we know you we’d be happy if you would call us Grace and Phoebe.’ And so, of course, they became Grace and Favour in our minds from that moment on. We went back up to our room and Lana shut and locked the door rather. If the agreement stood, that wouldn't be possible.I hesitated. She added milk to the coffee. "Well," she asked. "You're going to keep the agreement, right?"I stubbed out a cigarette on a saucer, not even realizing I had lit one in the house. She sat down and as I looked up she caught me in her powerful gaze so I couldn't look away."Yes," I muttered. "It stands."For some reason, knowing that eight Black men would have the freedom to do whatever they wanted to my wife for literally months and I. I was so Horney. She leant over and put her finger in my mouth asking if I could feel the splinter. I said no but sucked the finger hungrily. When we reached the beach the girls knew where they went last time and headed off in that direction. I brought up the rear and carried the gear. The part of the beach they went was off to the side of the more popular areas and away from the water.They all took off the cover-ups and displayed their bikinis. Fern and Alice were dressed in similar bikinis.