This morning the island was deserted, just as it had been on my earlier visit with Sarah. Unlike the hotel and its environs, the only sign of progress...or change here was a thatched dining area with rough picnic tables. No running water, but the thatch was a needed addition to the rather scrawny trees and other vegetation that might have provided cover against the brilliant sun and the heat that seemed to press against us everywhere. Absent the breeze on the water the three of us dripped with. " What's over? Talk to me."He sniffled and wiped his nose with a napkin. A tear streaked down his face, "Edith ... I told Edith about the prostitute. We had a fight. I confronted her about flirting with Bailey. She didn't deny it. She told me she was bored with our marriage and was glad that I had sex with the prostitute. She's glad because now she doesn't feel guilty about having an affair."My jaw dropped, I never expected this, especially after how in love Edith and Jones looked on the pier. "Now then, I'm sure that we could come to some sort of arrangement,I've got a million pounds in my suitcase, what about if you take thatand just let me get up and go. I promise you'll never see me again,"the molesting manager pleaded."I don't think so, " said John, "if you've got that much money you musthave stolen it. You can help the police give it back to your victims." You don't understand what you're doing, listen if that's not enoughI've got more in my bank account, you can have it all,. I know he won’t care how I feel about it. And I know I won’t enjoy the things they make me do as much if I have any say in it. I’m enjoying the role of helpless victim.The boys started to undress. I watched them ... well, I watched Lee. I’ve been watching the DVDs of these two boys having sex with me all damn day. I love having my pussy eaten. But I’ve been able to think of almost nothing but how wonderful it felt when Lee fucked me yesterday and how much more wonderful it’s going to feel today.