I continued to watch agog as Emily pulled the finger out with a discernible plop, raised it and beckoned to me. Lisa looked up, shock in her eyes. I w...atched Emily whisper in Lisa's ear. My ex-girlfriend was so mesmerised by desire that she seemed willing to do absolutely anything for Emily. As the toilet door was opened, dismounting the chair, I ambled through, cock like a flagpole and awaiting orders. "Fuck her in the arse," Emily instructed."Nooooo," Lisa protested, eyelashes fluttering. "Not. She was just pushing down her sunglasses so that she could look over them, and in spite of my rudeness, she was still smiling at me. I suppose women don't take a man's anger quite as seriously when he has no pants on. "This is MY island!" I insisted, not to be easily placated by her, admittedly appealing, smile. "I'm afraid not," she replied, trying to break it to me gently. "Old Man Ramsey would never sell the island," I said. "That's right," Vanessa agreed, "but Old Man Ramsey is dead. And. “Hi!” Jocelyn exclaimed when she opened the door.“Hi,” I replied.She held out her arms and we exchanged a quick hug.“Breakfast is ready. I know you have limits, so I have lots of fruit, toast with marmalade, and tea.”“Sounds good. Are your parents home?”“No. They went to Cincinnati for the day. Mom said she wanted us to have some time to talk without interruption.”I followed her into the kitchen and we sat down. I served myself strawberries, blueberries, some sliced banana, and half a. It certainly isn't a sex club either and has three floors with large dancefloors pumping out dance and house music and multiple bars, but also offers private VIP booths, darkroom, small sex cinema, basement dungeon and roof garden smoking area. It's full of t-gurls, male admirers of all ages and some super hot real girls too. The dress code is basically the sexier the better and anything goes.For the record, I've still not checked out the dungeon or darkroom but I have been fucked in the cinema.