Hair still longish and unkempt. Double Vodka as usual, only this time I've got a roll-up perched between my fingers too. Bad habit. I gave it up. Like... every other night of mine, really. I wasn't - in fact, I'm not - an alcoholic. Teetering on the brink, though. Went through a rough patch back when... well, you'll hear about that. So, same old night. Except it wasn't, in the end. Now, let me just remember... ah yes, it's coming back now... "...ting here?" The woman standing over my table was. I rake my eyes up and down your body, you’re wearing those jeans that shape your arse perfectly, I just want to run up, spin you around and pull you towards me with it, squeezing hard as I do. But I don’t, I watch you walk away instead. I’m having a fight inside my head whether to follow you or not, after weighting up my options I think ‘fuck it’, so I do. I can’t help but watch your hips and arse sway from side to side, like you know i’m watching, putting on a show for me. Teasing me. You go. Finally, Monk took a break and we took off to oneof the few vacation type spots that were on the list he had come up withfor the location of the belt. We were looking for places where there hadbeen a small, but powerful surge of energy. Here, in the South Pacific,was one of them. It was a basically deserted island. We could see thatit was one of the islands they had used at one time or another for ataping of Survivor, so it was very beautiful. Rather than being on thebeach, where we could. Then I pushed faster against that hard cock in my tight ass. It was there just three of us there: me, the mystery cock’s owner in my sore ass and another middle aged man.I recognized him; he worked for our studio…Finally the elevator rose up towards the last floor. I could see the other man looking at me, now obviously in the throes of ecstasy as I was bouncing wildly on the dick up my butt. His dick was obviously hard in his pants. He moved towards the control panel of the elevator and pulled.