“Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It would’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the ai....“No, no of course not, I won’t say a word. We were never here,” I said walking him to a quiet corner of the bar, away from the stage where Julie was spreading her legs. He sat on a stool.“So what are you doing here,” I asked.“Oh you know, just popped in for a drink, I did’t know this was a………..”“I’m sure you did’t,” I said.“Its so embarrassing,” he. You come around in the afternoon and you work out a little with the girls."Well I'm here, Rita thought. The first night she danced in the Rendezvous Club her excitement was intense. Her head was filled with the music of the small orchestra and she felt as though she could dance forever.There were twelve girls in the chorus line. They did one routine after the other, working in perfect synchrony, kicking their legs and twisting their bodies as though they were one person. Even their faces looked. I held her and we both went to sleep. I woke in the morning, did my morning routine and woke her up for a quickie before class.After class, I was studying when she came in. I gave her the desk so she could do her work. I had done all my homework and was now reading ahead for my humanities class. She wanted to have a beer and hang out. I let her know what I thought about that idea."Monica, my little horny bitch, when you are my slave you will study. I don't want a stupid slave; I want an. It would be difficult not to take pleasure in the amenities that the isolated hotel offered. It was based on the southern tip of the Island and, for its heavy price, ensured privacy, great food and five star services. “We” was my wife and I and my step-sister-in-law. We are all in our fifties and, thankfully, the Gods had been kind to us and kept our figures reasonably trim and our minds alert.Shy, my wife, was trim and boasted a well shaped pair of breasts and a very pert bum that even the.