We watched, silently, almost holding our breaths as the whole erotic sequence played out in front of us. We knew that it was coming, but we both were ...till shocked as we heard Sandy say, ‘Would you like to fuck your mistress in her wedding gown?’ The Sandy lying beside me gasped out, ‘Good god, I can’t believe I said that! I know I did, but I still can’t believe it! My mind was going in all directions and of all the things I might have said, that came out! It’s what I wanted to say, but I’m. Jason was a tall black guy who had short dark hair and a trimmed goatee. He obviously worked out in the gym and was wearing a tight white shirt which made his biceps bulge and his pecs show through his shirt. He had cream linen trousers on and flip flops. Jason asked me if it was my wife dancing on her own and I said yes. He said its shame that such a beautiful women is dancing on her own and asked if I minded him dance with her. I said no feel free thinking Lizzy would probably like it. Back at my tent, I indicated to Fulala that I needed to go out to the ship, pointing for her to remain here. She shook her head vehemently, she uttered a string of strange words, then stormed off towards the boat.On board, she followed me everywhere. She would never leave my side, I had a permanent shadow. I even saw some of my crew, slyly nudge and wink at each other. But she would not go near any of them. she would hide behind me should one approach for instructions.That evening I sat for a. Eat me Doris! she commanded, taking hold of Doris by the hair and pulling her face between her legs. Eat me, now! Her knees were wide on either side of Doriss head and she was holding Doriss mouth hard against her pussy. I said eat me, you slut, she exclaimed. Eat my pussy. Let me feel your tongue on my clit, bitch! I couldnt make out whether Doris was doing it freely or whether Liz was pulling her by the hair, but Doriss head started moving slightly as if she was sucking, and Liz started.