You were on location with the crew of Sports Illustrated swimsuit shooting for their latest issue to come out next February. Who was laughing now? For... starters you were on a paid trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico a beautiful island in the Caribbean. Most importantly though, you were interacting with five stunning supermodels on a day to day, even minute to minute basis. Being the make-up guy, one of the few on the trip, you had to make sure they looked perfect before and during the shoot. If that. Pushing my knees wide apart, she lowered her lips onto my straining knob.It’s true. I must have died; this was certainly heaven.Grant spoke up. “Now, Jock, lean back on your elbows, close your eyes, and let all your worries be bygones. Poppy will look after you.”Who was I to argue? I did as directed, and very soon I couldn’t even imagine what a worry was! She was very skilled, and I was very happy. More than happy. I was in ecstasy. With my eyes shut, I imagined Grant watching with a certain. . Sand Tiger Sharks rather than Great White. Kept alive by some man with too much money and an urge to frighten the shit out of his competitors ... I’d bet anything they’ll be armed and dangerous.The cat was being polished to within an inch of her life. The media-blasting and recoat was finished. Cyn was on deck ... supervising the deck crew while JW was inspecting the bottom paint for imperfections.He wasn’t finding any.“Hi JW.”“Sup Mel? Hello, Winnie.” he said. “Does she look better?”“First. Suddenly I remembered the gun in my hand. I didn't want someone to drive by and see me standing in the front yard peeping through the window with it in my hand. I made my way back to the car and replaced it in the glove box. I sat in the car and pulled it into the vacant lot next door far enough away from the road not to be noticed. Her moans of list were still fresh in my ears. That's when I first noticed the throbbing sensation of blood rushing into my penis. Why the fuck am I hard? My wife.