Every so often Sam - a big coloured man, dressed in an immaculate white shirt and slacks, and complete with a neck tie (in that heat?) - would come to...adjust the large parasol that protected my face from the sun's glare. Sam would also send the little dark skinned island girl Simone out to refill my glass whenever it was empty, without me asking; Sam knew my preferences — and consuming rate - by then. He'd also remind me about how long I'd been in the sun and send that same little beauty out to. You have a decision to make. I want you to make love to me, suck, kiss, lick, fuck, willingly, wantonly. If you do when the shift is over, I will let you go. If you don't, I'll keep you for the whole weekend, maybe let my friends fuck you too."I let him have me, I did my best to please him. Every sex trick I knew, I did for him. He fucked my pussy, and ass, and I begged him for more like a cheap whore. Then he started spitting on me, and I opened my mouth. He spanked my asss, and then started. My eyes began to fill with tears as I cried out in pain. For one timeless instant, I felt an incredible sense of exaltation, a wordless feeling of overpowering love and support. Then my senses were set reeling as the physical world shattered my bliss. I cried out in protest and longing, blinking furiously to clear the hovering afterimage of that explosion of light."Honey, is everything all right?" called a concerned feminine voice from the main room. *Honey?!!* Who the hell was that? "Um, I'm. ” She said in a rush. “Or rather, the lack of one. For some reason, I can’t seem to become very interested in sex. Maybe it’s menopause.” She finished lamely. He finished writing down his notes and looked up at her. Dr. Walter’s eyes traveled over her body, head to toe. He wrote another note down and came over to stand beside her. “Well let’s see what we can find,” he said as he gently grabbed her wrist. His touch sent a thrill through her body. His fingers on her wrist felt firm and warm. He.