"He's mine and you better leave him that way!" We'll see about that," Loretta took one more glance down, I'm sure to my crotch, and stared at it for s...veral seconds. Her eyes broke away only after she was damn good and ready. I knew immediately this was a powerful, dominating young woman. If I only knew how dominating I would have turned around and made a run out the front door right there!"Let me introduce you to my husband," Loretta turned to give me a fantastic view of her tight ass as she. I spent the entire night being repeatedly fucked in my ass and throat. I was becoming numb to all the cock. I was no longer getting butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of being used by these aggressive powerful men and their hard dark cocks. I just wanted the night to end. When Bernard finally came to pick me up I was servicing the bartender and one of his friends. As their hard cocks continued to fuck my well used holes I overheard Bernard and Howard talking."Your little bitch is getting. .."The mad was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn't know Chris Hartmann had fucked h is own daughter when she was younger, she. I had a sandwich at the beachside bar and chatted amiably to the bartender, sometimes in my bad French, sometimes in his entirely passable English. He explained that we were welcome to dine in restaurants at some of the other resorts on the island. As our resort was so small, there was only one restaurant onsite, although you could always dine in your room or villa. On Tuesdays, the resort served an informal buffet dinner on the beach, which allowed guests to mingle more freely and get to know.