I couldn’t move, my hands and legs were tied down. I was in a grass hut on an unknown island. I should be terrified. But his dick felt so good. “Y...s,” I said. “Fuck me.”He thrust his hard cock into my wet pussy, pounding away like he had just discovered sex. Because that’s what it was. For all of them. The first time. He fucked me deep and hard, his hands grabbing at my thighs. Other hands massaged my tits and squeezed my nipples. I felt fingers running over my throat, my lips, my ass. The guy. I had gotten a room with 2 king beds. I let her pick the one she wanted. I could tell she was still pretty tense – not knowing for sure what I expected from her…but she had a pretty good idea. She was on one of the beds and I sat on the other one. As she watched me, she looked so much nicer all cleaned up and in the robe that I had given her. I finally said, “I have a proposal for you. If you don’t accept it, we will both leave tomorrow morning and we will never see each other again.” I. I had never made a woman moan so loudly before, Srar was struggling for breath as I quickened my action. She said, slowly, do it slowly. I slowed to her required rhythm and her moans became louder as I felt her orgasm clenching down hard on my cock. Sara, pushed me back against the wall, my cock still buried deep inside her as her climax softened. She then disengaged and began to lick on the entire length of my new shaft. Her words blew on my shaft as she again whispered a familiar chant. Sara. “Mr. Taylor, I’ve heard good things about you,” she said, her Southern accent partially hidden by years of speech training, forming a pleasant, almost melodic sound.Taylor opened his mouth then stopped. How had she heard anything about him? The obvious answer was Whitaker had told her, but how in the world did Whitaker know the senator?Sure she was a rising star at the FBI. But that did not put her on the level of hobnobbing with future world leaders. His mind whirled through scenarios, and not.