.." She sobbed. "I'll do anything, I'll let you do anything..." This is a distinct disadvantage," the one called Taylor said. "We are vulnerable durin... these transitions."She kept screaming, pleading, crying as the small thirty centimeter long sharks swam closer to her, each of them competing to reach her open orifices first. She struggled against the restraints, trying to pull the stakes free from the muddy soil, only for the chains to keep in her place. The nose of one of them brushed against. Her whole body was so warm! My hands dropped to the smooth skin of her thighs as I gently urged them apart. She allowed me to spread them, I was not expecting to see such a mass of curly dark hair, I ran my fingers through it and across her warm crevice. She was breathing heavily. I stood and moved forward so that she could see and handle my dick. The touch of her exploring hands sent jolts of electricity throughout my body as she stroked and rubbed my cock and balls. While she fondled. Eventually she said, "I'm sorry. But it is a good sign." and then she left the five of us alone.Apparently the three girls were chatting after I'd gone off to the toilet and Ottilie suddenly asked them where I'd gone. For an instant all three had been so shocked that they hadn't even replied to her. Then Joan had realised that something significant had just happened and thought she had to do something, so she'd pushed the big red button that had a sign saying "Do not touch!" fixed above. The three of us stood on the threshold of the bar and took in the sounds and smells, thinking about it I really fancied a drink right about them. Before I moved into the bar, Roger stopped me."Simon, I want you to go over the bar and buy yourself a drink, make it a cocktail with one of those little umbrella's in, and sit and drink it at the bar. Make sure you sit where we can see you."Bemused, I nodded and did what he said. As I did that Roger and Ron started to mingle with the crowd and.