Let's go then." I said, wondering what I could have done or said to deserve her rebuke. Anyway, I was sure that we would just head back to my place, ...nd everything would be back to normal with us - whatever that might be. Maybe it was a simple case of her not totally digging the sex in the shower. Maybe it upset her just a little, or something."You didn't like that, did you lover?" she said."What?" This." She once again cupped my breasts(!) through the jumpsuit and gave a good rub. I was. The color of the bands changed daily.And I had a blast walking around on the beach with one or more of my own bevy of beauties, often dressed in the skimpiest of bikinis imaginable. I mean, really. Put Rose or Courtney in a bikini and just watch eyes turn. By Wednesday, people had begun to recognize us as well and we were often stopped to get a picture with a fan.Wednesday afternoon, I was dressed in my formal gi. This was a short version of the silk brocade Leonard had created for Amber's. Displeasure would result in a painful twist of the nipples or pulling of my hair. I in turn would show pleasure by wanking my servants’ lovely cocks. I'd been given no way of expressing displeasure.As I had put on my hood and emerged as required, both men gently rubbed by nipples and fondled my cock before guiding me out of the dressing room.My servants walked me along a long carpeted corridor, where I could hear the presence of other people, or more accurately… men.At the end of the corridor. “Have a taste of that,” he demanded.Without even thinking, Louise’s tongue darted out and tasted the slippery liquid. His body jerked and he nearly came. “How does it taste?”“Salty,” she replied.“Good. Now how does this taste?” he growled as he placed a palm on the back of her head and plunged his cock deep into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and made her gag. It tasted sweaty and musky and she held her gag reflex as he crammed the pulsing head in the back of her throat.“Come on,.