“Idiot,” I thought to myself, turned back in and opened cabinets until I found a large spice rack with 30 or 40 bottles of spices on it. The only ...spice I had on the island was salt, so this would be a nice change of pace.Even more important ... at least to my personal tastes ... were several large sealed containers of coffee (instant and brewed), a smaller container of tea, and a couple of containers of sugar, along with artificial sweetener.Six months ... six FRIGGING months ... without coffee. I took my dick to her mouth and let her suck me at her pace. I was in heaven. Occasionally I pulled out and slapped her face with my rock hard cock, she thanked me every time.I reached for my phone from my suit and started videoing her sucking me. She played to the camera. slurping and sucking on my dick.I told her to get on all fours and suck me. She obeyed without question. I started to lose myself. Fucking her mouth and throat. I was fucking her with slow long strokes as if I was in her. But since they were trying to help … I hoped … off came the panties but with my shoulder there was no way my hands were getting behind me and they saw that. Next thing I knew my bra was loose on my shoulder straps. My guy had just cut it with a knife.Then it became a blur of activity. I was thoroughly, but gently, completely washed down. More than a couple were especially interested in the washing and checking between my legs and some comments regarding my breasts and nipples when being touched. I would hate to see good food waste myself, but please let’s not discuss politics, okay?Him: Haha, sure. So, it’s definite, right??Me: Yeah, I will be there.I had a strange feeling about my decision. I casually walked back to the kitchen and saw her working in the kitchen. She looked at me and gave a harmless smile and went inside.My erotic thoughts about her crept up. “What was I thinking”, I exclaimed. This is a perfect opportunity to meet her and I was going to throw it away because I was.