There is a tiny island in the Caribbean owned by a multi-billionaire and she has had built upon it the ultimate in luxurious hotels in which, if you can afford it, your wildest sexual fantasy will be satisfied.
If you are a woman and your dream is to be gang-banged by Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini and Joseph Stalin, well-endowed look-alikes will be sourced, hired, trained, groomed and made up. They will have the perfect mannerisms, accents, moustaches, haircuts, uniforms and, if necessary, weapons. And they will be as gentle with you or as brutal with you as you desire.
And if you want to spice it up a little more you can have Eva Braun join the party, either dressed as a Bavarian beer-cellar serving wench or just stark naked, it's your fantasy.
If you are a man and your fantasy is to be the only man shipwrecked on a desert island with a dozen beautiful, eighteen year old, horny virgins who all have the hots for you, then only the most beautiful, large-breasted, horny, slutty virgins will be provided for you, by the dozen.
If you are a woman and your fantasy is to be the only woman shipwrecked on a desert island with a dozen beautiful, eighteen year old, horny, lesbian virgins who all have hots for you, no problem. Or maybe you'd prefer a dozen eighteen year old, muscle-bound jocks with big cocks. Or both.
Maybe your fantasy is to whip your mother-in-law's scrawny naked butt until it bleeds and she begs you to stop and promises you a blowjob if you do. If so a look-alike painslut will be hired for the job.
I think you get the picture, you can have any scenario you choose, just so long as you can pay for it.
Shortly before noon Jenny, a guest welcomer at the Dreams Come True Hotel, opened the door of a suite of rooms and admitted four eighteen year old young men into the lounge. The lounge was large and luxurious. There were also four bedrooms in the suite, each with its own bathroom.
"Your luggage is already here, gentlemen," she said. She indicated a rather plain-looking woman of about fifty, dressed soberly in woollens and tweeds, standing in the middle of the room, "and this is Miss Gertrude Assbugger, your hated and despised geography teacher.
"She will be your slave for the next twenty-four hours. I do hope she meets your specifications."
"Slave," Jenny addressed Miss Assbugger, "these gentlemen are your masters and you will address them as 'Master' followed by their name, Master Adam, Master Barry, Master Cliff and Master Dan."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"Wow," said Adam, "it's uncanny, she looks exactly like the old battleaxe, now we can have our revenge for all the grief she's given us over the years."
"She could be her identical twin sister," said Cliff, "I don't think the world's ready for two of them."
"I don't know how they could have found such an exact look-alike," said Dan, "it's like they've cloned the evil old witch."
"She's exactly like her," Barry said to Jenny, "can we do anything we like to her? Anything at all?"
"Of course you can, sir," said Jenny, "would you like me to demonstrate."
Four male heads nodded.
Jenny stood with her legs apart and hitched up her skirt, she wasn't wearing any underwear and her vulva was completely hairless and visibly moist. Four male mouths gasped.
"On your knees, Slave," she commanded Miss Assbugger, "and worship my clit with your tongue."
"Yes, Mistress." Miss Assbugger dropped to her knees and energetically licked Jenny's erect clitoris.
"Now worship my clit with your lips, Slave, and don't stop when I come, I'll tell you when to stop."
"Yes, Mistress." Miss Assbugger sucked Jenny's clitoris as four young men looked on in fascination.
Jenny didn't come quietly. "Ayayayayeeeeeeeee," she screamed, as she emptied her bladder all over the face of Miss Assbugger, who was still sucking her clitoris. "Stop sucking now, Slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Look at the mess you've made, Slave, you were supposed to swallow all of that piss. Your clothes are soaked. Stand up and take them off now, you filthy slut, and then you will be punished."
"Yes, Mistress. I am sorry I did not catch all of your piss in my mouth, Mistress." Miss Assbugger stood up and took off her jacket, sweater and bra. The young men looked appreciatively at her large firm breasts with their large firm nipples. The swollen nipples betrayed her arousal.
"Get a load of Dirty Gerty's tits, boys," said Dan, "who would have guessed the evil old witch would have such a pair of beauties? And look at those nipples, you could hang your hat and coat on them."
Miss Assbugger took off her tweed skirt, she was not wearing panties and her vulva was as smooth and hairless as Jenny's. She was wearing a black suspender belt, black fishnet stockings and stilettos.