You stare at her as she walks out of the water wearing brown bikini bottoms and a white t-shirt over the second piece of her bikini. Through the tight...t-shirt you can see her hard nipples and feel your 9 inch cock begin to rise. You’re only wearing your swim trunks and your blue life jacket. Your eyes shift to her long dark legs that are dripping wet.She has long dark hair to the small of her back. She walks towards you and you immediately look at the next person on their way in. The next two. I felt around and lifted layer after layer, pushing them behind my head. Jean helped by pulling each layer down my back. I became more and more entangled in the net and there always seemed to be at least one more layer between her legs and me. My face finally reached her pussy. My nose pressed against it. Her pussy pushed back through another layer of that enveloping net.“I think you’ve lost, David,” Jean’s voice teased.“I have,” I admitted.Her legs squeezed my ears through a layer of net. I. Director’s real name was Michael Fontane, but he was never referred to by that name after assuming the duties of Director. The one exception, perhaps, was Sam James.Director waited for Dr. Samuelson, but he found it difficult to patiently tolerate the man’s idiosyncrasies. The doctor kept looking at Sam James nervously. “I wanted a meeting with you to discuss an issue privately. Can I ask why he is here?”Director sighed. “Because I wanted him here. And, because you want to protest the continued. "My name is Mike Larson." the man began "I work as the mechanic of the master of Russel Manor, the rich, old gentleman named Arthur Russel. A few months ago, somebody stole a map from his private office. The map leads to a vault somewhere within the city, to one of the old properties owned by Mr. Russel."Clarissa tried to listen intently, but she noticed her attention was slightly fading."By the way, how are you feeling?" The man asked while smiling leeringly.Something wasn't right. Her head.