I was so hot that I unbuttoned my jacket and took it off, leaving me in just my bra. This wasn't enough for me, though, so I reached behind my back an...d unhooked my bra and took it off too. I was fully exposed for the world to see. Thinking about this sent me over the edge; I orgasmed, exploding all over my floor mat.When I came back to my senses, I looked down and realized what a mess I had made. I knew I was a slut. I got dressed, exited my car, and was about to lower my skirt when I looked. I nodded“Do you think you’ll be able to handle him?” he said, casually nodding at Adam who was enjoying the view outside the room.“Don’t you worry about me, Darling,” I assured him with a big smile. “You go and enjoy yourself,” and even patted his butt encouragingly. He smiled wolfishly and turned towards Claire. Seconds later his belt was wrapped around her neck like a collar and leash.“On all fours, bitch,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “It’s time to train you properly.”Obediently. After a cheeky wink from this mysterious girl, she walked off into a taxi with her girl-friends to go and enjoy her holiday and undoubtably get fucked by lots of SA guys. I would say that highlight was the unfortunate highlight of my week, but then this happened...3 or 4 days had passed since we arrived in South Africa, and my family and I had literally chilled by pool all the time. Often with very good sights of hot mums and daughters trying to catch the attention of the lifeguards, meant they. One Saturday morning I met Jim a British guy who had been transferred to Canada since last year. At the time, we were both 31 years old. He was a very likeable man with a quick wit and a good sense of humour. Although I was sober I used to were about to join him in the clubhouse for a drink regularly where he had his beers and I had my red bulls.As some days passed and our hangouts increased ,we talked and got to learn a little more about each, Jim told me he and his wife had been high school.