The cook then rolled meover exposing my round gand to him. He made some space in my buttockcracks and sprayed soya sauce in it. He then took his tongu...e and licked itright from top to bottom. He also licked my shit hole and applied sauce on it.After he was done, he slide a finger in my shit hole and started stroking it.It was bit painfull but I was exhausted by now and gave no resistance. Thewaiter said then chalo madam ki bhook mitayeThe cook and manager each kept aboob in their mouth while the. He was very intelligent and was a good judge of character. I was hoping that he would dismiss my suspicions and reassure me that Monique was not ‘doing the business’. ‘That doesn’t sound right man. Monique is a walking wet dream, and I’m sure she’s getting it from somewhere.’ He said, ‘If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this…. no pressure pal’ I didn’t like the idea of digging up Monique’s past and I certainly didn’t like the idea of having my best. I felt like a baby, unable to stop and unable to catch my breath. My shoulders were heaving and the pain of his impending death was almost more than I thought I could bear. I didn't remember when she put her arms around me but as I calmed down and the sobs subsided, I felt her cheek pressed against my head and her arms around my shoulders.I raised my head and she immediately let me go. I saw that she had been crying as well. Her eyes were red and unshed tears made her eyes glisten. The grief. That was the signal for all of us to head to the beach. I counted at least 120 males as we gathered by the trail leading to the beach. Upon arrival most of the women had gathered in a huge, arched circle around Miss Tully and Miss Fields. There must have been 200 of them of all shapes and sizes, the youngest looked like a very young teenager, the eldest was Mrs. Crenshaw, who at age 84 still loved a good ass fucking. To the sides of Miss Tully and Miss Fields were a set of the most beautiful,.