I wasn't even looking at his face or his body...ditto for other guys in other photos...just their massive cocks and balls. I was drawn to them like a ...horse is to water. Utterly transfixed and wanting to submit to one. To feel it splitting me in two, filling me like nothing I'd yet experienced. To suck it. To stroke it. To have it ejaculate in my mouth and swallow its seed. To have it shoot ropes of hot, virile sperm deep inside my womb. To worship it as a symbol of ultimate male. My hair. Suddenly it was clear. Somehow, some way, Jack had done this to me. Well, he wasn’t going to get away with it. The dam inside me burst. ‘If you thinkI’m going to cater to your twisted little fetish, you’re insane, Jack,’ I said, my teeth clenched. ‘I’m going to get my hair fixed right now, without your help. And as soon as that’s done, I’m going to get you and your stupid dog kicked out and arrested, and not necessarily in that order!’ Jack burst out laughing. ‘Really?’ he said. His. I smiled wide and waved as I bent to pick up the paper. As I turned around I saw you were still asleep and I smile to myself. We had fun last night. Picking me up from the airport was the funniest things Id ever experianced. You tell me often enough Im beautiful, but I just dont see what you can and so I feel more around average. I wore a short pleted pink and white skirt that looked as though it had been a white skirt that was tiedied at the frenges and a white neckstrap tank top. My hair was. I didn't look at the boat but James made sure to watch their reactions. They all kept looking my way trying to get a look at my tits.Eventually they headed off and we were left alone on the beach. Thinking we ought to take some pictures we walked around the beach and I started posing, showing off my boobs and ass. We went off to the side and climbed on some large rocks. As I posed for pictures I could hear voices. There were four people on two Jet Ski's. Three of them were women, one male..