She tries to scream but the wad of rubber stuffed in her mouth, the role of tape placed across her lips subdues her cries. She can only squeal and whi...ne. If she tries hard enough, she can scream. Her driver’s license identified her as Terry, a 23-year-old strawberry blonde from Florida with blue eyes that, in the light of day, had flashed with youthful zeal. She had caught our attention on the pier at Melbourne Beach. A pretty coed like her, dressed for attention in the summer sun, would draw a. She had retrieved her bra and was trying to put it back on. Pudgy was making this difficult as he had resumed his groping of her impressive tits. She finally slapped his hand away but not until I could see he had been tugging again at her nipples and they were now mightily engorged. A sure sign her pussy would be drenched and she would be gagging to be fucked.But there wasn't time. The film was ending and people were already standing up and getting ready to leave. A sick thought entered my head. "We did," I giggled. "Blonde's have all the fun." Explains why I'm on guard duty," the bodyguard said with an exaggerated sigh.We took a quick shower and fell asleep in each other's arms. When we awoke, it was to one of the bodyguards shaking us. "Master and Mistress want you two dressed," the Korean bodyguard snapped, and pinched my naked ass. "Now, sluts!"Mark and Mary played the tourist again, and every time they found some new landmark or museum, Leah and I made out in the back of the limo.. I intend to become successful on my own and one possible way of doing that is trade. One way to do successful trade is to understand geography, use the information while planning what to offer and where to get it.”“You mean smuggling.”I shrugged. “The hostilities between nearby nations may end someday. Those who already have established connections once it happens would have some serious advantage.”“So you had a plan.”I wanted to groan since it was as though she was still suspicious of me for.