They mingled for a while again as Stuart took libertiesfrom time to time, hammering home to his mother and friends his feelingsfor Michelle were genui...e as he touched, pecked, and caressed him everychance he got."Upstairs," whispered Mike looking up at the large double staircase."Come on take me. I think he's making his move." But now?" Stuart asked, downing another drink. "My mother wanted you tomeet Ralph Lauren." Now honey," said Mike, yanking his arm and leading him through thecrowd."Fine,. .. I ... no..." You like dick! Huh? Like that fucker? Like it?" he roared again,pushing his bulging cock-head hard against her lips."Oh God ... I ... like ... like it..." she groaned softly, afraid toresist the men-now."Say it, baby! Say you like dick! Come on! Say you like cock!" the tallhard-cocked stud growled."I ... I like cock ... I like cock..." she cried desperately."Wanna suck it? Huh?" the man insisted, balling his fist and threateningto hit her."Yes! Yes! Oh God! Anything! Just leave. Years of beach glass and driftwood. Collections of feathers, seaweed and skeletons. Sunburns and injuries. Parties and celebrations. Everything in our lives seemed to pass through that little cabin by the sea.Since the children were born we treated it like a summer camp. Boys stay in one room. Girls in the other. It made for a nice change from home and we had great bonding moments. And much like camp, we played pranks on each other; short sheeting, lizards in the sheets, spooky sounds over. She has always been willing to muck in and help the business and a few years back she proved it in no uncertain way.At first business was easy to get and we did a lot of work for foreign clients, particularly those from African countries. I would entertain reps and soon found out that to make certain of getting an order they required a woman's services during their stay. So I contacted an escort agency in town who supplied girls to service my customers, for which I paid. It was well worth it,.