Carol was at her most beautiful. Her hair was soft and shining, her skin glowed from all the sun and sex, her lips were glossy and her mouth pouty. I ...ore a white summer tux. We had a martini at the bar. The resort was beautifully set up like a Caribbean mansion. We could hear the faint sound of reggae and some bongo drums. There was a full moon and a soft breeze. Carol and I spent some time looking around. The tables had been smartly set with silver and china. The women were all dressed in. She wasn't going to do it, I realized. She'd do anything to keep her privileged life, but she wouldn't resort to i****t. She was probably pondering various counter-offers to talk me out of my twisted quest.She had come up with a pretty good one, it turned out. Around nine, I heard her slippered feet pad toward my room.“Peter?” she said softly, standing the doorway, afraid to enter. She was wearing her powder blue bathrobe, which vaulted forward over her huge chest, and her hair was wet.“Yeah,. We wasted no time getting to a private spot, at least it was supposed to be. We put a blanket down and shared some sexy small talk while sharing some wine coolers I brought. She was a BBW type, and had a loose top on with a bra. Nothing too revealing. I was wearing jeans shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear. On our chats we had discussed that i liked to watch and show. She particularly reminded me that I had said I liked to taste my precum. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty. I spent time on my grooming and getting ready. Finally thoroughly depilated, coiffed and made up I considered what to wear to greet our guests. Going with the festive theme I chose red mesh stockings held up by a red lace garter belt, a red silk translucent thong, and a matching open cup red bra which pushed my tits high and out. I then descended to the living room and made sure the Christmas tree was lit and the fire was burning in the fireplace . Ivan came downstairs. He looked at me and.