When we arrived in the garden, at the spot where she had decided that the it should stand, we both bent down and I got to see most of her tits, as my ...focus was elsewhere then on the ground. “Do you like what you see?” Her words brought me back to the real world. I stammered a confirmation and looked down. “Look at me!” My eyes went up again, to look at her face, but never got that far up. She had opened more buttons, and now her entire bra was visible. I had dreams about putting my hands. Pussy juice dribbles from the corner of her mouth and drips onto our tits.Placing her hands on the washbasin, facing the mirror, I then swat her arse. She arches her back, presenting her glistening pussy to me. Her eyes sparkle when she sees how fiery-red my teeth tattoo is on her porcelain skin. From outside, inconsequential chatter from her mistress’s smoking coven drifts into the bathroom.Gripping the doe, I slide it between her thighs and rap it against her clit. Repeatedly tapping until. I mean it was seriously, industrial strength, dark.The Caribbean night pressed in on us like a wet, wool blanket. The humid air brought the fragrance of dead fish and sea salt to us as we waited. There were only eight of us, and that was four too many. Four would stay outside and watch for trouble. Three - Jack, Roy, and his toughest mercenary, Jedidiah Jones - would accompany me.Guantanamo, Cuba is not a nice place. The worst of a bad lot of terrorists were imprisoned there. Some had been. ‘But he did take the staff?’ ‘Yeah. Did you know there’s a fuckin’ sword inside that thing? Has been this whole time!’ The girls and I just stare at him. I want to shout at him for daring to be related to Cypress, but in the name of diplomacy, I turn to the masked old one. ‘So obviously, it falls to the two of us,’ I say. He nods, grimly. ‘You know how to do it – I can make it happen,’ he tells me. ‘How much does Cypress know? Did you guys tell him anything about the trade?’ Jessie nods..