A dozen of the world's most beautiful women - or children, more like - unsupervised and unrestrained in a tropical paradise ... Imagine that."I'm drun...k," Fernanda giggled in her sexy Portuguese accent. The girl knelt on the floor of my cabana, which was more of a suite than a hut. It only looked primitive from the outside, deliberately so, but the inside was very much what I'd come to expect from exclusive resorts like this one."Shhh ... Don't stop ... Ummm..." I murmured, and Fernanda was. My eyes were half closed, but I saw Joe go over and start to put his clothes back on. I just lay there, trying to recover from it all.“So Joe, are you happy with what you got?”“Shit, yes. Almost worth all the grief I put up with for the last few years.”“You think she’ll do, then?”“Yeah, but you need to have her use a butt plug to stretch that ass out a bit. A little too tight for comfort.”“Okay, Stephanie. Get up get cleaned up and shave that pussy. You’ll have another client in an hour or. .." he stammered, trying to phrase his question as gently as possible. "Look, I saw you when you were with those three guys. You were in heaven. How can you ever look at a guy from now on and tell him you'd be satisfied with only him?"She was silent for a moment."You're wrong, it wasn't heaven," she said in a steady, unfaltering voice. "It was a high just like any other drug. Even though I was pretty out of it, I remember that night. I remember enjoying it and begging for more. I was lonely and. I went to visit my father in the city that day and returned home around 11:30 pm. My curfew wasn’t until 2 so I decided to go straight to Dante’s from the train station, instead of home. Upon arrival I realized Dante was upset. This in turn bothered me because Dante typically had endless patience and a calm, relaxed demeanor. I asked what was wrong, as he paced back and forth around his bedroom. He told me his mother and step father were fighting again and that it was only a matter of time.