.. So I went to the Caribbean. Oh, the men on this island. Oh! The music was playing and the alcohol was flowing and they were smiling at me with th...eir white teeth and their pretty accents and those tight round butts in those white resort pants. Oh! Well I hadn’t had any in over a year. My husband walked out after we came to a semi-amiable agreement that we shouldn’t be married any more. I won’t go into it. Maybe later, not now. Back to the tropical island. Oh! The beautiful tropical men! . Do you want to stop now?" Maybe we should," says Donna. She kisses me passionately on my lips and leads me onto the sofa. She kisses her way alone my neck and down to my left nipple, gently sucking it into her soft moist mouth. Her hand gently kneads my right breast. Her tongue trails down my body until it reaches my pussy. Sticking her tongue in my pussy as far as it will reach. Lapping up my juices. She sucks her way up to my clit. Her tongue flicks once on my clit, when the front door. " Now that's service!"He managed to not cry until Mr. Johnson entered him the first time. "Cut,we'll have to reshoot it," yelled the pimp. Mr. Johnson pulled out leavingSteve breathless. The crowd clapped and milled about.Mr. Johnson smirked. "Okay by me. I'm on a nine day contract."Steve finally got through the first scene without crying after ten takes.Johnson took the rest of the day off, so her pimp took out some magazines- his magazines from the real world! and set up a photo shoot."Pose. ‘I consider this a very special gift, and I thank you and Angela for this. You didn’t have to. I would have been fine in the morning.’ ‘I know that,’ she said to him, ‘and I think Angela knew it too. This time with you goes deeper than that. She knows that I care for you as deeply as she does, and that I do love you after a fashion. She will always be your woman, as much as I am. But where I could go, and you would feel the loss for a time and then move on, you would never recover if she left.