Her long blonde hair and light blue eyes contrasted with the phony sour look on her very pretty face. Her body was amazing and well toned. Full C cups...topped her narrow waist and flared hips. A Golden fleece capped her bare, puffy vulva. I salivated and tried impossibly not to stare."Hey, pretty boy, is that a pistol you're trying to smuggle in? You and your buddy, line up against the wall and spread em. You ladies, line up for my partner. No telling what you're trying to hide." I smiled. She. Sometimes, literally, like tonight when everyone watched Tracey and Liza follow Kara in. Of course we all smelled and looked like we’d just had an orgy (which we had!) We were shown quickly to a large banquette in a stepped balcony, plush and cush for the naked tush. Drinks were gotten and we got settled in; then the girls toddled off with their purses to the ladies. Jeff and I waited while the stage filled with another three ladies, two on pole and another gyrating and dancing. The tattooed. First, survival; second, to attain power; third, secure family succession. Florette had gathered stories from the various women Jean had taken to his “basement”. From these stories Florette had developed what she believed was an understanding of this cruel brute of a man. A “man” Florette wondered? Jean was more “animal” than “man”, a creature of dark crevices who needed to be cornered and controlled. Everything Florette had learned, everything she suspected, Florette passed on to her beautiful. "What is it that you do when you come down here and run around the dunes?" Yeah Bo," Cassy said. "We've seen you. We're not dumb you know." "We heard there's lots of gay guys hanging out in the dunes. Are you there looking at them?" Tori asked innocently."No ... No, no!" I protested. "I'm not looking at no gay guys." "Well what are you looking at?" she pressed. "Ok look ... if I tell you, you have to swear to keep it a secret. Ok?" "OK" Cassy said. "Me too" Tori added."Well," I started. "The.