After a good thirty-minute catnap and I was feeling very refreshed, I sat up on my chaise. Good boy Humberto was prompt to get me one more rum punch and again was able to reflect on my good fortune to find Jerry. He was perfect and just what was needed to forget that rotten Master I had served for three years. No more submissive Darlene. The Amazon Goddess rises, I thought, like the Phoenix from the ashes, here on the sandy shores of the Caribbean.

Finishing my drink, I picked up my tote bag and my lucky SF 40 and headed for my room. It was close to 5:30 and other beach goers were headed in as well. The hell with the sarong, I thought, and marched through the lobby with my ass proudly displayed, split by only the narrowest of white spandex. Watch all you want, folks. Once in my room, I stripped out of my suit and admired my naked body in the mirror. My hand fell to my shaved mons and gently rubbed it. No, it was better to wait for my panty boy and instruct hi...

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