Yes, that’s my actual name. Blame my parents, but especially my hippie mother. She wanted a name that would stick out among the Ellie Maes and Wanda...Janes. Well, it definitely did. I’m one of your neighbors, and unlike some of the others, I’m brave enough to approach you at last.“You should meet my sister, who’s coming back into town. She is, and I shit you not, Sun Saunders. Long story on that. We’re twins, by the way. Identical twins. She was going to live with me, but why shouldn’t we just. The other couples on the beach were pursuing many covert sexual activities and didnt notice ours. We decided we had enough sun and headed back to our room. We walked back along the beach to our room. The room was spacious with a large Jacuzzi, wet bar and a balcony overlooking the ocean. Along the way we admired the beauty of the resort. The buildings were glistening white stucco. There were several restaurants and beach front bars and there was a general spirit of fun. We took a shower and. The waitress took their orders and Jack settled for steak and Mrs Black ordered French toast. The waitress said French toast was not on the menu. Jack said in that case she’d better consult the guy manning the door as he knew Mrs Black. The waitress said in that case the dish would be served to Mrs Black. He said served when Jack’s steak was served and the waitress said meekly, ‘Yes sir.’ Leaving the restaurant forty minutes later, Jack realized they’d discussed many things but not travel and. She wears very tight jeans, high heeled red pumps and a white t-shirt that is so tight I can see Her nice big tits and nipples piercing through it; she is not wearing a bra. I dare not look at Her (I remember her strict orders in Her presence), but I see my wife checking Her out. The Mistress notices it and raises an eyebrow. “Hi Chantal, I understood something was delivered for me”, she says to my wife without giving me any notice. “Yes, a mysterious box”, Chantal says while laughing somewhat.