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“But these are all I have Max. I have no others.” “Then stay Grace. I`ll buy you some more. You can choose them.” Grace seemed to consider this for a moment, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. She removed each item of clothing slowly and deliberately, oblivious to those in the room, and folded them neatly before placing them on the chair as instructed. The high heeled shoes she removed last of all. She checked the sam soles minutely for any sign of dirt, and confident that they were clean, placed them on desi top of her clothes. Naked now, she turned and left the room. “Stop her Max!” Cried Lavinia, indian panic in her voice. “Relax Lavinia.” Said Max picking up his phone. “She won’t get far.” 13 The captain of the supply boat docked at the jetty, put down his phone, and regarded the naked girl winding her way down the road towards sunny him, with some interest. With large, firm breasts and a narrow waist, she looked a perfect goddess. And as she got closer he noticed her perfectly shaven pussy. He grinned to himself. Just the way he liked them. But Mister Dexlers instructions had been implicit. She was not to be touched in any way, and she was absolutely not to get on the boat under any circumstances. Grace saw the man on the jetty watching her as she approached, and she put Bhabhi on her best smile. She remembered many years ago her mother telling her that she should always smile at people. People liked it when you smiled at them. And after all, you only get one chance to make a good first impression. “I want to go to Barbados.” She said to the man. The captain looked her up and down appreciatively. “Girl, where on earth are your clothes.?” “I don`t have any.” She replied. “They were taken from me.” “Well young missy. I`m afraid I can`t take you back looking like that. “No father” I admitted, “I have another year studying sunny at Oxford before I even think of dalliances.” “Well you didn’t DO anything, really. I asked Raj to send me a story of Dad fucking virgin daughter, desi he sent me “Sandhya’s i****t invasions”. sam She had her hands on my belly and hips but she gradually pushed them up my body Bhabhi until she met Rhianna's ass. My left hand was now groping Susie's naked bum cheek and I was indian searching for pussy juice. "Carson? I lay there panting and floating. Someone could follow behind and make a book out of ‘em. Only a handful of men had the skills to plant the images. I nod.