She follows me into the tight attendants-bathroom and pulls the door close behind her. I grab her and place a kiss straight on her small mouth. She be...ins to shake slightly, for fear or excitement, I don't know. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." Yes," she answers and looks at me devoted and somewhat clueless. "Down," I say. She slowly slides down my body and kneels on the floor as I push my. Having showered Michelle dressed in a new black skirt and a white blouse, her underwear was sexy , knowing if tom won at golf he would want sex from his wife.As Michelle left her bedroom to go down stairs, she passed Cals room, the door slightly ajar, she was about to go in and tell the boys 20 minutes till breakfast, however as she reached the door she stopped dead in her tracks.As michelle looked in there was her pride and joy son, on his knees and what could be best described as being face. Even with that, I seriously doubt we could feed this group for more than ten days.”“Good, that gives me something to work with. Now, what can you tell me about our survivor?”“Her name is Beatrice Booker, though she prefers to be called Bea. The two children with her are Carolina, five, and Charles, who has just turned three.”“What’s her situation?”“She’s so scared she’s barely noticed that we dress, talk and act differently than what’s she’s used to.”“What has her so frightened?” asked Grant.“A. The tables had been smartly set with silver and china. The women were all dressed in their finest sexy outfits. The men were in their summer dress up best. Everyone was in a party mood. The atmosphere was decadent. Carol and I chatted about the evening. I asked her what she expected. Carol said, "A depraved wanton evening." I said, "Sounds like our kind of fun." I smiled to myself. I hadn't told Carol that I had arranged for every man she had had sex with to be there that night. We had dinner.