"I know what you like, Master. You may think I'm doing this wrong, but I'm not. I'm trying to get that testosterone flowing! Now turn me the fuck arou...nd!" It finally occurred to me to hold both her wrists with the same hand and pull her body around. "Now pull me over the side of the bed and fuck me in the ass!" "What?" I was breathing heavily. She was quite a handful! "Are you sure?" "Oh, shut the fuck up you stupid bastard! Either grow some balls or put me back into stasis!" "Fine!" I yelled. Outwardly, he puts on his hopeful, puppy-dog face, seeming to beg when he is actually scheming. ‘I’d like that. Sunset? Here? Then I can show you my Boracay,’ Suzy said, smiling even more widely her teeth bright white against the deep tan of her skin, her dimple deepening. ‘Yes, that would be perfect,’ Matthew answers as she tucks a strand of hair behind her right ear and gathers up her gear. ‘Till then.’ He lopes away to his hotel and she sashays past him, down the beach to disappear in the. "Thank you, m'seur," she said with a smile. "Perhaps later, you might return for a visit since I am quite alone these days and in dire need of the, let's say, comfort and companionship."That was as blunt an invitation as I was likely to hear so I just nodded and escaped, confused I suppose and wondering if she meant what I hoped she did. I found her maid in the midst of a group of loitering men, tossing her curls, laughing and enjoying their attention, and went about my chores. At nightfall, I. "Yes ma'am, but you understand we had to do it," he said."Sure you had to tell Mary Ellen I was looking into it, but it might have turned out differently. Just remember that next time." I informed them.Once I took the field jacket off, I had to take the shoulder rig off as well. I couldn't star in a porno movie with that thing. Well I could but it wouldn't look so good. It was a nice rig I put on the chair and hid it with the field jacket. The maker of the shoulder rig had mailed me an.