After my fuckathon of the previous day where my cock saw the inside of not only Abigail, but also Kelly Brook, the busy British glamour model (or rather ex-model), I had no stamina to make love to Abi the night we reached the beach resort.
After breakfast the next day though, my libido was well alive and kicking. I whispered to Abi at the breakfast table, "How about a titfuck baby? I cannot wait for your ginormous jugs to engulf my tiny dick."
She smirked at me, "Baby, I promise you a boobjob for the ages, but before that, the agency has arranged for a little welcome gift. Lets go to the suite."
I was of course disappointed, but could only wonder what this suprise was and how much it would cost (I know, my brain and penis take alternate shifts to do the thinking). As we reached our suite, Abigail pushed me back to the sofa and said, "Babe, I'm going to put on something sexy for you and get your surprise with me. Don't you move an inch."
My sexy Goddess commands and I obey. I sat twiddling my thumbs and tried to do the math - was I paying Abigail more by the hour than what my clients used to pay me as a hotshot lawyer? It was almost half an hour and there was no sign of Abi or my surprise. I called out, "What's the holdup, honey? Me and little Adam here need some attention." "Not too much longer, my King. Sexy things come to those that wait."
I was almost dozing on the sofa when I heard the clack of Abi's heels approaching. I groggily opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. Firstly, there was Abigail herself of course, my divine Goddess wearing a sexy black lingerie. As with any top, her boobs were simply begging to be let out. Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist and she stood with one hand on her curvy hip. Her long never ending legs encased in black stockings and ending in black high heels.
Then came the surprise. In her other hand, Abigail was holding a lush leather leash, connected to the collar of a sexy Asian chick on all fours. The chick advanced on her hand and knees never breaking eye contact with me. Her breasts were gigantic, even compared with Abigail and the view afforded to me with her on all fours was worth the world. She wore a black lingerie as well, patterned and criss-crossed all over her body.
"Who's our guest, Abigail?"
"She's just a poor kitty I found roaming alone on the beach. I took her in. I hope thats okay with you, Adam."
I nodded emphatically. "What's her name, darling?"
"Tasha."