The bass thrum of a boom box followed her up the beach, but the soporific sounds of the surf swallowed the reggae beat. The cloying aroma of hash was ... bit more tenacious, though, and it carried on the humid sea scented air—a peaceful infusion that blended the edges of her being with the coming night like smudged charcoal under an artist's thumb. She didn't think anyone noticed her departure, and Chloe preferred it that way. Ideally, the osmotic sensuality of a Jamaican sunset should be. Hubby grunted at this and I continued with my tease telling him that maybe I should become a stripper as I’m sure my dance partners would love to see me naked, gyrating my shaved pussy in their face! Again he just mumbled, so I continued with my onslaught. As we pulled into the underground car park next door to the club, I pulled down the sun visor in the car and straightened my make up in the mirror. Tousling my blonde hair to give me that just fucked look, I stepped out of the car and walked. " she said prettily, as I bounced her and down. "Oh, you're so good Bwana fill me with your, Aaaggghh."My prick was pumping, she was perfect, I knew we should keep her."Have her collared and set to work in the kitchens, then get some weights on those tits, I want then dragging the ground next time I come." I ordered .I went to see the female quarters, their shed partly full they stood around, silently, some gagged with a harness and bit, some without tongues, but all with heads shaved except a. "Was there a way out of this? I looked at Scott, who was across the roomlaughing with Kelly.I slunk out of the ballroom and walked toward the bathroom. I hung myhead. Was there a difference between rape and coercion? Did it matter?I knew I had to do this.I wiped a tear. I had screwed up a lot. But this be my fault? It wasjust the wrong girl in the wrong place. I opened the door.I stepped inside. Paul was waiting, sitting on the counter, his pantsaround his ankles.In another life, in another.