Christy says to her "Hey sweety, why don't you join me?". I got a say in this, and, thought it was fine, Ashley says " Alright, but we're not gonna be... soft on you." Ashley was a petite girl with red hair, like dyed red, which I think is hot, she has tattoos down her arms (sleeves) about the book "a****l Farm". I was left there waiting for them, they came back out wearing latex suits, Christy was wearing very coarse fish nets, and high heels, with a cockring on. Ashley was wearing red latex. They were told to clink their glasses whenever they needed service, and I heard that sound all night. When I came to the kitchen or the living room there would usually be girls in chairs reaching out to stroke my silky legs or run their hands under my skirt. I was not allowed to leave until each girl dismissed me, and often they’d have me stand there while casually stroking my desperate, throbbing cock through the layers of thin netting, while I squirmed and moaned. Others pinched my nipples. “Now I know why you were smiling,” Private Lovejoy remarked. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Private Thompson responded. “I’m sure, you don’t,” Private Lovejoy responded. Private Thompson walked toward the doors that lead to my attached quarters and my private shower, without saying a word. I looked at Private Lovejoy. “Are you in?” I asked. I could see her thinking. I stood up and peeled off my sweat-soaked t-shirt. “It’s your call,” I replied, turning and following Private. " Guess you know me too well now. I wonder who the lucky girl is..." Are you wet, thinking about me fucking you over my table?"I was already wishing I was someplace a little more private than a restaurant on the beach."Yes. Wish I had a room to myself right now." Are there washrooms nearby?" Yes, they are a little scary." Like most restrooms in Malaysia seemed to be."I won't ask you to pleasure yourself in a scary washroom then. What are you wearing?" Bikini with a shirt over it."Unknown to.