By the time dinner was over she had lost all her reserve. The three of us moved to the living room. I brought our drinks. My husband took Anne’s han... and went to the couch. The three of us sat down with my husband in the middle. We all took a drink.My husband had rehearsed this scene with me and had installed several cameras in the room.He put his arm around Anne as they spoke. He then turned to me, we kissed passionately. He then turned to Anne and brought her head towards him. I watched in. She had a really little red heart with a black arrow through it tattooed just next to her pussy, her bikini bottom just barely covered it. I scrambled to squeeze Brittany’s bottoms on. They were too tight and squeezing my dick and balls, and I had to hold my hand over myself, her top just draped over my shoulders. Of course my swim trunks were the typical knee length baggy shorts style that all young American guys wear and Brittany had no problem sliding into those. We reappeared on deck to. ." Yes. Let's," said Sarah smugly. "I thought after three months, the two parties could decide if we continue working together." No Sarah. That would be most disadvantageous to us. We contracted to develop you. If we found you to be, let us say, a dead end, we would discontinue the relationship. But since you..." Shit," said Sarah. "Sophie?"Sophie sighed. "E-mail it to me, Carrie." Fine. I'm not sure what the problem is though. We've worked together well, and our relationship has benefitted. "Yeah. We could all do with a little entertainment. Maybe a little match up wouldn't be a bad idea?" We could take bets, Boss?" a guard suggested."This is crazy," Goldsmith protested. "What would be the point of it?" Ah, how about fostering a little cross cultural understanding?" George grinned."Oh, bullshit! But, I'll tell you. We have this match of yours between Sabre and whoever you want to put up, and, if we win, we get to finish our work in peace?" And what if we win?" George asked."Hmm!.