" Good," he replied. "Good-good. You said today was your day off. Are you off every Friday?" No -- my schedule changes from week-to-week; both the day... and the hours. This week I'm off Friday and Saturday but I have to work Sunday. Today is my Saturday, so my weekend is half over." If I had known, I'd have planned something for yesterday evening."He parked the car and, holding hands, they walked to the Loge Cafe. "Reservations for Warren," he said to the hostess."Right this way." She led them. I don’t think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with terrible perversions. I’ve given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the West Indies should be able to figure it out. One hint: It’s not in the Caribbean. Obviously much of what I’ve written in terms of the bdsm activities is fantasy, but so that you can appreciate the perspective from which this is written, please. When he climbed the ladder he found Susan pulling David's pants down. Her own Jeans and panties were already on the floor. John wasted no time in joining them.He did blush, but he didn't let it delay his getting out of his pants. His penis pointed toward the roof and leaked pre cum. Susan let go of David's penis and moved toward John. She'd imagined doing things with John's THING for a long time.It wasn't his THING now, It was his prick and she wanted to suck on it. She wanted to suck a load of. Nearly been caught a dozen times but had always managed to get away with it.And now she felt her orgasm rising.“Ohhh, Fuck, Michael!” she cried. “Ohhhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want your fucking cock all the way up my dripping cunt you dirty fucking bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”“OOOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” he cried and released a jet of hot spunk deep inside Mary’s throbbing cunt sending her further into the void of orgasm where she floated free and in.