He was carrying a small cooler in his left hand and wearing calf length cargo pants.“That’s the guy,” Ashley hissed.“Looks like a douche bag a...l right,” Danny agreed. “Next time he walks by, I’ll confront him.”He settled down on his towel and followed the man with his gaze. He walked all the way to the end of the clothing-optional beach and turned around. He also switched the little cooler from left to right. Danny understood. He was carrying that cooler on the side where the people were. Breakfast is in the conference room. It’s not good for you, but it has all the four major food groups.”“Hmmm?”“Sugar, salt, cholesterol, and caffeine.”“Those are the biggies. I’ll be along in a few minutes. Now, get out of here before somebody figures out you own me.”Jack smiled and shook his head but left.Mid-morning, Jack called Maria Solana. “Maria, I want you this evening.”“Yes, Lord, thank you. Where and when?”“That’s a good question. How about dinner at six, followed by ... well, we both. As Laura stroked his cock, he reached out and began to squeeze her tits. He aimed to hurt her, to humiliate her, and he used milking motions to make more of the colostrum flow from her pregnant whore melons. Laura moaned and mewled as he crushed her constricted fuckbags in his hands, but again she made no move to defend herself. He kissed her as he abused her tits, sometimes pausing to spit in her mouth again.After a while, he brought out the toys he'd prepared earlier from under the couch,. I could also see, if I wanted to, the images projected on the wall behind me by a pair of mirrors set up for that purpose.It is probably great to see yourself afterward on film, but seeing every aspect of it while it is happening is mind-blowing. On top of the action itself, seeing yourself begging to be fucked, bitten or beaten seemed to exaggerate the humiliation and vulnerability. And in my lustful frenzy, I was constantly and loudly encouraging each and every participant.My position was.