The news wasn’t very good.Standing in front of a floor to ceiling sized monitor, a weather reporter was showing the devastation from Hurricane Samue.... The islands in its wake were basically hurricaned back to the horse and buggy days. All electricity was out across the parts of the Caribbean where Samuel had come ashore. The hospitals and government offices were all either closed, or destroyed. Most housing was either totaled, or might as well be because no one was going to be living in those. He told me to lean back and I got my hair wet and rinsed my face. He shampooed my hair and had me lay down again to rinse it. His touch was firm and he worked like a doctor, working to erase my sweat and tears as well as Mistress Sylvia’s juices. As soon as he was satisfied that my head and face were clean, he kissed me very deeply and hungrily. He pressing his tongue inside my mouth and held the back of my head. I kissed him back and lightly chewed on his lip. I longed to press my body against. Then he asked me to kneel on all fours, facing the mirror on the wall.Victor kneeled behind me and he took the butt plug off my ass, very gentle.Then I felt some lube dripping onto my rear tight hole. He first rubbed my ass with his fingers before insert one. He fingered my anus for a while. Soon he removed his fingers from my ass and he inserted the butt plug again into me. It felt good, now it was well lubricated…Victor laid down on his back as I climbed over him. I took his hard thick cock. "No" he said "I really can't wait to get you home". That's when I noticed we'd taken a detour from our usual route and we were now driving through quiet lanes with no street lights anywhere. This was not unusual; it wouldn't be the first time we'd made love in the car, and guessing that this was what Phil had in mind, I started to get excited. Looking down at his lap, I could see that he was getting excited too. I reached over and started to caress the bulge at the front of his.