The door was open, and Denise was standing before her in her French Maid's outfit. She also saw Beth and Jacki. Each was holding a leash. And, the lea...shes were attached to -- Oh, My God — the leashes were attached to Marion and Debbie. Jacki was holding the leash attached to Marion, and Beth's was attached to Debbie. Both Debbie and Marion were naked, wearing only 6 inch fuck-me heels. Totally naked above the ankles. Each had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, and were wearing nipple. These were sweeter than the gobs that had shot against my teeth and the back of my throat. I was shocked at how much I now yearned for her cock. She was right: I was her bitch. “Mm! See!” She said and started powdering her face. “Next time your virgin ass is mine.” After writing her phone number on a torn piece of a paper hand towel, she painted on her lipstick, stuffed her cock back up in her panties, and left. I gave her a little head start then followed. The guys were waiting for me at the. Mike and Bruce took Calypso to the south end of the island where the big Philipsburg harbor is. Procuring an anchoring buoy from the harbormaster they shut down the boat and took a water taxi ashore. After the Dutch immigration folks processed their entry, Bruce rented an SUV with 4-wheel drive per Rita’s advice and went to find her on the French side.Once together she guided him down roads that quickly deteriorated to paths that looked like they were suitable for cows only. The SUV finally. “We had us a handshake deal, Don. You run this ranch and you ‘n your men worked hard for this. You deserve all you’re gettin’. I’ll leave it up to you what to pay your men, but if it was me, I’d pay them good wages and hold back the rest for ‘em til later.”“I already made plans to do that, Eli. They’re like me, they can’t even count high enough to count all this money,” Don said.“Just be on the lookout for some more good cattle, we’ll need some more Longhorn cows we can breed to our Shorthorn.