On the second tour of the circuit, a photographer hailed them "Girls, girls! Can I take a picture of you both?". The man was clearly a professional, b...randishing a huge digital camera and accompanied by a somewhat surly looking girl in her early twenties. They'd seen him taking pictures of the mall and the people in it on their first tour. Besides, having your picture taken might be fun, especially when they guy explained "My name is Bob, I run the photo-studio down that corridor, and this is my. It broke into pieces. “Shit!” “It’s okay,” he said laughing. I looked at him. It was Nick. He wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers. He had the best six pack I saw in my whole life. “Oh my God, Nick, I’m so sorry,” I said, falling to my knees and trying to clean up the mess I did. He stood in front of me. “Anna, seriously, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” “What if Lisa woke up?” “Don’t worry,” he said, “she sleeps with ear plugs.” “Ouch,” I said. “Did you cut yourself?” “Yeah.” He gave me. They dickered a while and came to an agreement. After the credsticks had changed hands Eddie said, "Word on the street is that some important people are looking for a group like yours. I'd keep my head down if I was you until it cools off around here."Blake nodded and we left. About an hour later we met with another man who exchanged all of the credsticks we had for clean ones. This time there was a lot of dickering as he didn't want to give us anything for what we had. Blake finally convinced. Tiffany had fucked more girls than she could remember since she came to the Island, but few if any, had a sphincter that could grip tighter, and still absorb as much of her meat as Toppsy did. "Oh, yeah!" Tiffany exclaimed as she slowly thrusted her prick into Toppsy's butt, enjoying the incredibly snug fit. Tiffany paused for a moment. "Damn! If I didn't know better, I'd swear I had one of Dee Dee's plastic sheaths on my cock. You've got a body that was just tailor-made to be fucked by.