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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise"  Part 21  M/F, F/F, plot development
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Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 21 of 30) -
                      M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   After five erotic-filled weeks on the island with this
group of ladies, things were starting to come into focus.
   My devotion for Pamela - and hers for me - was steadfast
and strong, and would not change.  Never.  Sensing this,
Lindsay and Amy - each of whom I had already been strongly
linked to in the recent past - accepted this as fact, and
were happy for Pamela and I.  Both of them wished they could
be in Pamela's shoes, but there was no ill-will involved.
   Thus, Lindsay and Amy began to explore other avenues of
future fulfillment.  As a result, Trish did not like the
fact that Amy was trying her best to convince Lindsay to
move to Los Angeles with her - so the two of them could
begin a long (and profitable) career in the porn industry.
   Amy was a slut, of course - and after being on the island
for several weeks, she claimed the best way for her to make
her money from now on was to get paid for having sex.  That
was where the porn industry could come into focus for her.
   Lindsay, the possible slut-in-training, was intrigued by
Amy's ideas.  Though Trish wanted Lindsay to move to Canada
with her - so they could be together - the tender and sweet
18-year-old was strongly considering Amy's Los Angeles idea.
   Amy wanted a partner - or a sidekick - to break into the
porn business with.  Who better than Lindsay?  However,
Trish was absolutely enamored with Lindsay - like everyone
else here - and wanted the little blonde for herself.

   Could there be a tug of war between Amy and Trish?

   Although Lisa and Torrie did some spectacular things
together when it came to sex, their emotions for one another
ran only skin-deep.  That was unfortunate.
   It was rather obvious to me that after five weeks on the
island, Lisa and Torrie did not love each other.  It wasn't
that either were upset or didn't get along together.  Their
feelings simply were not strong enough for a bona-fide and
passionate love to develop.  They continued to have some
wild and memorable romps when it came to sex, though.
   Lindsay and Trish were still an item... but for how long?
Amy the slut was filling Lindsay's young, fertile mind with
all sorts of ideas.  Amy informed her that she could make a
whole lot of money in those adult films where there was a
college-girl/school-girl theme involved.

   I don't know about you - but just the mere thought of the
sweet teen in pig-tails and a plaid skirt made me hard...

   Of course, an easy solution to this love triangle would
be for Trish to move to Los Angeles and get into porn with
both Amy and Lindsay.  That way, Trish would not have to be
apart from Lindsay.  They could be together all the time.
   It sure did seem simple, but unfortunately, Trish had no
ideas of venturing into porn.  She was openly talking about
the possibility of using her "island earnings" toward
opening her own fitness center, in her hometown of Toronto.
Trish was a definite "exercise babe", and would probably be
real successful in owning and operating her own health club.
   Speaking of money, Torrie planned on using hers to go out
and party upon returning home.  That was her spoken idea, at
least... which told me she really had no clue on how to
spend either $50,000 or $500,000.  Who can blame her?
   Lisa had turned out to be the most happy-go-lucky girl on
the island.  She was always very cheerful and upbeat, and had
a smile and friendly word or two for everyone who passed by.
Her good-natured attitude had even rubbed off on me (a bit).
   As for Christina, she had really settled into her "maid"
role, and truly thought of herself as the real assistant
housekeeper. That was excellent, because Louisa - the actual
maid - was old (75), and could not handle a heavy workload
all by herself.  Christina was a major help for her.

   It had been two weeks since Pamela had her first taste of
the voyeur room.  Though she detested the idea at first, now
it seemed as though the 25-year-old stripper spent more time
spying on her fellow women than even I did.
   Pamela admitted that secretly watching her friends was a
big turn-on, but still insisted that it was wrong and made
feel her most uncomfortable.  She was perched somewhere
between acceptance and denial on the subject.
   Soon, I believed Pamela would buckle to that forbidden
lust and simply accept the fact that she was a voyeur.  I
spoke from plenty of personal experience, you know.
   I could feel guilty myself for eavesdropping on all the
girls in their private moments as I too, knew it was wrong.
However, I accepted long ago that "watching" was one thing
which really turned me on.  I could not fight it, no matter
how wrong doing it in secrecy was.  So I just gave in...

                           * * *

   Five weeks down... and five weeks to go.  It was about
this time when I realized my time with all the ladies on the
island would be running out soon.  I needed to enjoy things.

                           * * *

   "Just what do you think Torrie wants for her birthday
tomorrow?" I asked Lindsay as the two of us lounged together
upon the bed in my personal suite.  Tonight, it was little
Lindsay's turn in the rotation to spend the evening with me.
Tomorrow, of course, would be Torrie's 26th birthday.
   "I think she wants about 15 or 20 guys to show up,"
Lindsay replied, sneering at her own words.  "Of course all
of us want that too.  We want to be gang-banged again, just
like on Amy's birthday.  But with more guys..."
   Such a sweet and innocent-looking girl Lindsay was...
hearing her talk nasty like this really turned me on.  "I'm
not sure you could handle a lot of guys, Lindsay.  You're so
small and frail; seems like too many would bust you in half."
   "I can handle whatever you throw at me," the 18-year-old
responded in a confident tone.  "If you want me to do 20
guys at once, I can do that... it won't be a problem."
   My eyes grew big at her words.  "20 guys at once?  Are
you warming yourself up for your possible career in porn?"
   Lindsay frowned for a moment as her lips twitched about.
She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "That's something I
wanted to talk to you about tonight, Jeremy.  You know...
get your opinion."  Her expression did not look good.
   Offering a smile, I put an arm around the petite blonde's
shoulder and snugged her close against me.  "Is there
something wrong, dear?  Talk to me..."
   "It's just, I don't know what to do," she responded.  "Amy
wants me to get into porn with her after we leave the island
next month.  I would love that but I also love Trish.  She
wants me to go to Canada and live with her."
   "You're a popular little thing," I said, smiling warmly.
   "Yeah..." she returned, before pausing for a few seconds.
"But I don't know which to choose.  I'd love to get into
porn - have sex with so many people.  But I also love Trish,
and I care for her very deeply."
   "Can't you have both?" I countered.  "You could live with
Trish in Canada yet commute to Los Angeles once or twice a
month to make your movies.  That's a good idea."
   "Trish doesn't want me in porn," Lindsay replied.  "It is
a good idea but not one that will work out.  I really have
to choose one or the other, you know.  She does not want to
live in Los Angeles, either.  Trish's home is in Toronto.
She wants me to move there with her."
   "What do you want more?" I asked her, getting to the real
point.  "A career in porn or a life of love with Trish?"
   "I don't know!" the teen-ager returned, almost whining.
"I care about Trish so much but Amy... the things she does
to me during sex.  She drives me insane!  I can only imagine
what it would be like with a group of skilled porn stars.  I
wonder how they would make me feel?"
   "It's not my place, sweetheart, to tell you who to choose
between Amy and Trish," I informed her.  "But I will say
just from knowing you these past five weeks, I think you
would be happy either way.  You obviously love Trish and
want to be with her.  But you also love sex and want to
experience more of it.  Porn is a good place for that."
   "I don't know if I would be a good porn star," Lindsay
said, frowning.  "I don't have the body for it."
   I smiled at the blonde while my eyes ventured downward,
toward her smallish-sized breasts and frail, tiny waist.
The 18-year-old was so sweet and irresistable!  If she
wanted a career in porn, Lindsay would make a great deal of
money... no matter how insecure she felt about herself.
   "You don't need Pamela's or Trish's breasts to be a
porn star, honey," I told her, trying my best to sound
sincere.  "You look absolutely fabulous the way you are."
   "That's what Amy says," Lindsay countered.  "She says if
they put a schoolgirl uniform or a cheerleader outfit on
me, I would be a super-star."  My cock immediately begin to
stir at those words.  "She said 40 and 50 year old men would
camp in front of their TV and constantly whack off to me."
   "I can think of a 27 year old who would do the same," I
told her in an uneven tone, pointing a thumb toward myself.
"Constantly whacking off to you while you're on TV... that
would be fun.  I'd like to try that sometime..."  (cough)
   "You think Amy is right?"
   "Yeah, I do," was my response for her.  "I really do.  I
think you're the sweetest little thing I've ever seen in my
life.  You're 18 but you look 15.  Put on a school uniform,
or dress up like a cheerleader.  Older men love that."  I
paused and said, "Of course... in those type of movies, you
would be having sex with older guys.  40, 50, maybe even 60
year old men.  That's the idea of those type of movies.
They are for older men who find girls your age attractive."
   "I wouldn't mind having sex with older men," Lindsay said
in a sweet tone.  "I absolutely adore them as it is."
   "They would adore you too, honey."
   She giggled before saying, "I've never been in one of
those schoolgirl uniforms but I do have plenty of experience
as a cheerleader.  In fact, I brought my uniform with me."
As my eyes nearly exploded in both lust and desire, Lindsay
reached over and retrieved the small shopping bag she had
carried into my suite with her.  She held it up before me
and said, "Would you like me to put it on for you, Jeremy?"
   After a few seconds of silence - during which time I
collected the strength to reply to her - I finally said,
"Yes, baby... I would.  Please do.  PLEASE..."
   Lindsay giggled at my reaction before she sprung up from
the bed.  "I'll be back in a minute," the 18-year-old said,
turning and carrying the bag into the adjacent restroom with
her.  When she closed the door, I took my cock out of my
shorts and began stroking it immediately.

   What can I say about Lindsay which hasn't already been
said?  She was a total sweetheart, through and through.  The
18-year-old was everything which a young lady her age should
be.  Lindsay was sweet, kind and curteous.  She was charming,
and seemingly so wholesome, innocent and purely delectable.
She was a walking, wet-dream-come-true.
   Best of all, Lindsay was turning into an insatiable
little hellcat who eventually would have no sexual limits.

                           * * *

   The thought about what it would be like if Lindsay got
into porn popped into my mind.  What if the sweet, little
thing became an instant star?  Or a mega-star?  What if,
before things were said and done... Lindsay would turn out
to be the most popular woman in the history of adult films?
   What would that do for me, personally?  Thanks to the
island and my stash of hidden cameras, I would plenty of
"before she was a star" footage of Lindsay.
   Let's see... I had Lindsay's first-ever daisy-chain.  The
first time taking a dildo, both traditionally and in double
penetration.  The first time she had ever been verbally
humiliated and degraded during a sexual encounter.
   A first time for mostly everything, really.  Lindsay
taking my cock in her ass.  Big orgy encounters with all
her fellow women.  Masturbation.  Even her first time
getting gang-banged by a group of over-anxious men.
   In just five weeks of being on the island, I had plenty
of Lindsay's "firsts" captured forever on videotape.  I had
five more weeks to collect more of them, as well as her
"seconds" and "thirds".  If she would go on to become a
world-famous porn star, I could look back on these tapes
in the future and remember "what she was like back then".
   I could also make a hefty profit off of those tapes as
well, but that did not interest me.  I had no plans or
inclinations to sell or loan out any of my "Island footage".
That would be wrong to do.

                           * * *

   "Do you like my uniform?"  Those sweet-sounding words
broke me out of my quiet reverie and inner thoughts.  When
I looked up and focused upon Lindsay, my jaw dropped.  She
was the cheerleader of my dreams...
   The little goddess wore a long-sleeved white blouse with
a green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it.
The sweater-vest was a tight fit, of course, and showed off
Lindsay's taut, lithe curves in a very enticing manner.  The
vest also bore a high school's name and emblem, so I figured
the uniform was from Lindsay's days as a varsity cheerleader.
   The skirt she wore was green-and-white with knife-like
pleats all around it.  The skirt was made of very light
cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as she
stepped closer to me.  It was also a very short and low-cut.
   Underneath the little skirt, a pair of white cheerleader
panties could barely be seen.  From what I saw, they looked
purely intoxicating.  Lindsay's outfit was topped off with
green socks which were rolled down to her little ankles, and
a pair of white athletic sneakers.

   "Oh God..." I moaned when noticing that Lindsay had styled
her long-flowing blonde hair into two bushy pig-tails for me.

   "Were you thinking about me?" the enchantress giggled as
she eyed my hand as it gripped my cock.
   I pulled my hand away and offered her a sheepish grin.
During my thoughts about Lindsay and her possible foray into
porn, I somehow forgot that I had been stroking.
   "Were you whacking off, thinking of me in my cheerleader
uniform?"  Lindsay was becoming bolder.  Though she still
had a little insecurity about her smallish frame, it was
obvious Lindsay knew she had me right where she wanted me.
"I brought it along in case you wanted to see me in it."
   "Yes honey, I was thinking about you," I responded.  "You
look even better than I thought you would."  I paused, gulped
my throat and then said, "Will you model it for me?  Please?"
   Lindsay giggled and turned around slowly, offering me a
full and luscious view of her uniform and slender figure.
   "You're gonna make a lot of money if you get into porn,"
I told her in all seriousness, gripping my cock and starting
to pump it some more.
   Wow...  What was more tempting?  That sweet-cheeks face,
her killer smile, or her overall good personality?  How about
that taut, little body of hers, stashed away in the uniform?
Were her tiny panties the most tempting for me?

   No... it had to be the pig-tails.  They did nothing but
make Lindsay appear even MORE sweet and innocent.  Amazing...
   A girl who looked like this - it was right out of my
deepest, darkest fantasies.  A cheerleader slut who wanted
nothing more than to stuff herself full my willing cock...

   "You like it that much?" Lindsay asked, twirling around
once more.  In the process, her little skirt flew upwards,
offering me an even more scintillating view of her panties.
   "Oh yes... I do," was my response.
   She giggled once more before bluntly saying, "Why don't
you fuck me in my cheerleading uniform, then?"
   "Oh yeah..." I growled at the mere idea, my eyes bulging
as I openly rubbed the throbbing erection between my legs.
Lindsay giggled at my reaction, before lifting her little
skirt up and taking a seat upon my lap.  She wrapped both
arms around my neck and then offered me a heat-filled kiss.
   Soon, one of her hands ventured downward and found the
cock which she had been personally responsible for making
so hard.  Lindsay took it into her hand and began with a
strong, brisk stroking, as our tongue-filled kiss continued.
I moaned in rapture upon the cheerleader sweetheart, holding
her close to me in a warm, tight embrace.
   I moved both hands down her slender back and waist, and
squeezed her firm, taut ass.  Lindsay squealed with delight
in the process, before I lifted the back of her skirt and
tucked it into the waistband of her panties.  The teen-ager
squirmed and writhed about in response as I then began to
grope and maul her sweet ass with both hands.
   "Will you fuck me in my uniform?" she asked once our kiss
was broken, her breathing a bit labored.
   "Of course I will," I told her, nearly consumed with
lust.  "It is something that you obviously want, dear.  I
know it is something that _I_ want."
   "I don't know why," Lindsay mused.  "It's just when I was
in high school, there was this one older teacher I liked a
lot.  I always had fantasies of him fucking me after class,
or after cheerleading practice, especially in my uniform.
You know what they say about cheerleaders and how slutty
they can be.  I always wanted to be a cheerleader like that."
   "Why weren't you, sweetheart?" I asked, leaning forward
and peppering her neck with a tender kiss.  "I think your
teacher would have appreciated you seducing him."
   "Oh... I could never do anything like that," the blonde
returned, shaking the thought off.  "I guess I really did
not start to develop any confidence until arriving here on
the island.  I've always been insecure about my body.  I
always had the fear people would laugh at me."
   I shook my head while squeezing her smallish breasts
through her sweater-vest and blouse at the same time.
"There is no reason for you to feel insecure, honey.  I
have said it before and will say it again - you are the
sweetest little thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."
   "Guys my age are after the girls with big breasts," the
18-year-old said, her lip curled.  "I really can't blame
them though, because I'm attracted to girls with big breasts
too.  That's why I like Pamela, Amy, Torrie, and Trish."
   "Guys your age do not know what they want," I told her.
"They are just too immature to know what is good for them."
I am 27, sweetheart.  When a guy gets to be about 25 or so,
he starts to notice girls your age, or those in college -
moreso than ever before.  I think it will only get worse for
me as I get older.  You are so young and fresh-looking that
it's almost criminal for me to feel the way I do about you."
   Lindsay giggled at my words before saying, "Does young
and fresh-looking involve us girls with small breasts?"
   "Of course it does," I told her, grinning, while taking
her breasts into my hands and squeezing them gently.  "That
is a big part of it."
   "I see that all the other girls here like me," Lindsay
said.  "I really did not know what to expect when coming to
the island, you know."  She giggled and added, "I thought if
I won the $500,000, I could get breast implants."
   My eyes simply bugged-out at those words.  "Lindsay honey,
PLEASE tell me you're not going to use the money for that.
You are absolutely PERFECT the way you are."
   "Oh no, not anymore," she told me, giggling.  "I see how
everyone likes me now.  Maybe it was just getting away from
guys my own age.  Amy was telling me about how girls with my
type of body can make big money in porn.  And I remember how
those guys you brought to the island, how they liked me too.
I still wish I had a better body but I'm not going to worry
about it anymore.  I'm just going to use it to my advantage!
Lindsay the sweet 'lil schoolgirl burns up the porn screen!"
   "Suck my cock, honey," I begged her.  "I'm going to cum
here in a second if you keep talking like that..."

   Lindsay offered me yet another youthful-sounding giggle
before she reclined forward on the bed.  Laying upon her
stomach, she reached out with her right hand and grasped
my cock as I sat on the bed, my legs outstretched.  She
inched closer to me, then opened her lips and took my cock
into her warm, velvety mouth.
   I tossed my head back and sighed in response, the hot
sensations swirling throughout me.  Lindsay held the base
of my cock with her hand and frigged away as her head
gently bobbed back-and-forth upon it.  All the while, the
little goddess kept her eyes glued to mine, staring at me
with an excited, lustful gleam.
   Still sighing out my pleasure, I brought my hands to
Lindsay's head and gently caressed her scalp.  I ran my
hands through her silky hair, then grabbed each of her
blonde, bushy pig-tails and held onto them like handlebars.
Lindsay giggled and sneered in response as she continued
sucking my cock in her own sweet way.

   I managed to pull away from her, however, and then stand
up before her.  I had an idea in mind...

   "Lay on the bed, Lindsay - on your back," I instructed
her.  Of course, she complied with my request.  "Get close
to the side of the bed, and turn your face toward me."  I
nearly blew my load as she did so; the way Lindsay looked in
her cheerleading outfit was making me think nervous things.
   With Lindsay on her back, her face turned toward me near
the upper corner of the bed, she suddenly realized what my
idea was.  "You're going to fuck my mouth?" she asked in an
excited tone, her eyes focused upon my bulging erection.
   "Yes I am," I told her, gripping my cock.  "I'm going to
fuck your mouth standing up while you lay on the bed."  I
stepped closer to her and said, "Open up, baby.  I've got
something big and nasty for you..."
   Lindsay snickered and then gasped as I jammed my cock
hard and deep into her throat.  I held onto one of her
bushy pig-tails once again while starting to thrust my
hips back-and-forth.
   Lindsay gagged and choked for a short moment, but managed
to take the full length of my cock into her mouth with every
forward thrust as her pretty blue eyes begged me for more.
That is just what she got, too.
   Using the sight of the 18-year-old in her cheerleading
uniform, it was all the motivation I needed as I began to
thoroughly pump and pound Lindsay's mouth and throat with
all of the strength within my body.
   She screamed in the process, but that did not deter me
from my objective.  I wanted to ram my cock so far down her
throat that it would come out of her pussy...

   Perhaps that was a bit far-fetched, of course, but it was
still a nice goal.  Lindsay seemed to have similar thoughts
in mind as the look on her face continued begging me for
more.  She enjoyed the rough treatment I was giving to her
throat and mouth.  A cheerleader slut in heat, it seemed...
   I grunted and growled in wild passion as I pumped my way
in-and-out of her wondrous throat.  Now holding onto both of
her pig-tails, I yanked them slightly (not wanting to hurt
her) as the hard thrusting action continued.
   Soon, I felt the pleasure within me reach its boiling
point.  A second or two later, I screamed out in pure lust
while withdrawing my cock from her mouth.  My eyes closed
and head tossed back, I gripped my cock and let out another
wild scream before the explosion within me occured.
   I missed seeing the first two heavy cum-shots.  But upon
turning my attention back to Lindsay, I at least noticed
where they landed.  One was splattered all over her neck
while there was a second, long glob of cum all over the
front of her sweater-vest.
   With another one or two spurts left in me, I aimed for
Lindsay's open mouth and extended tongue, and let her have
it.  A thick strand of sperm landed upon her tongue and
chin, followed by another upon her nose.  She swallowed
the load on her tongue down, then wiped her nose and chin
clean, and sucked the remainder down as well.
   "You came all over my vest," Lindsay snickered in a
peculiar tone, glaring at me as I took a step back.  "I
wanted it all in my mouth."  She used her fingers to
gather up some of the excess fluid upon her vest, then
licked them dry once again.
   Needing a moment to catch my breath, I took another step
back and grinned at her.  "Get used to that, Lindsay... if
you get into porn.  Cheerleader, schoolgirl outfits... guys
cumming all over what you wear.  It's a big fetish for older
guys to see someone like you in these situations."
   "I think I will get into porn with Amy," the teen-ager
said.  "I love Trish but I think I'd love wild sex more.
I'm too young to be committed to one person."  She paused
and then said, "Do you think it would be a big fetish for
guys to watch me get fucked in the ass... while I have my
cheerleader uniform on?"
   I almost passed out with those words, knowing what she
was leading up to.  After a short pause, I settled myself
down and replied, "Yes Lindsay... a BIG fetish."

   The cheerleader slut giggled with desire as she suddenly
sprung up from the bed and spun around, her back to me.
With the back of her skirt still tucked into the waistband
of her panties, Lindsay leaned over and placed both hands
upon the bed... jutting her ass toward me in the process.
   I nearly came again - that quickly - but somehow managed
to stave it off while fumbling around in the nearby drawer
for a tube of anal lubricant.  I found one, then quickly
smeared it all over my shaft.  Lindsay wanted my cock in her
ass... and I was not about to disappoint her.

   The little tease wiggled her hips in anticipation as I
got behind her, shoving my pelvis hard upon her outstretched
ass.  I didn't want one part of her uniform to come off -
even her panties.  So, I had to reach forward and pull them
aside, barely exposing her tight, puckered anus for me.
   It was all the daylight I needed too, as I then fisted my
cock and drove it hard and deep into her.
   Lindsay threw her head back and screamed in arousal as I
began to hump and thrust my way into her.  Wasting no time,
I grabbed her taut hips and held on tight as I slammed
myself into her.  Soon, I joined the parade of screams as
both of us were making a lot of noise.
   Keeping a wide base with her thighs spread apart, Lindsay
was now completely bent over the waist.  Her body shook and
shimmered as I hammered away at her, her shoulders perched
upon the bed with her face turned to the side.  Her mouth
was now open and her eyes were about to explode, as she let
out a series of loud, animalisitic growls and screams.
   My fascination with those two blonde, bushy pig-tails
continued as I then reached out and grasped both of them.
I grunted loudly as I stroked her ass, while also holding
onto her pig-tails from behind.

   Not a word was said - there were only screams.  Lindsay's
body reached a fever pitch, then the blonde rumbled out as
she was overcome with a powerful orgasm.  Lindsay fell to
her knees upon the floor, but I somehow managed to go down
with her and keep my cock embedded within her anus.
   As her orgasm progressed, I pumped her ass some more.  I
wanted to get every last ounce of pleasure out of this as I
could, before my cock erupted within her.  When I used my
right hand to slap her ass, I then lost control of myself.

   One more forward stroke later, I was pumping my thick and
gooey seed into the 18-year-old's bowels.  Both of us moaned
and growled together as my body experienced the wondrous joy
of sweet orgasm.  I kept my cock in her for a long time,
until I was positive that all of its cum had been deposited
into her.  Only then, did I finally pull out.
   After smoothing her little skirt back down and into
place, I patted Lindsay on the ass while moving up and
offering her neck a series of short nibbles and kisses.
Both of us had been thoroughly satisfied tonight.

                           * * *

   Before Lindsay and I fell asleep together that evening,
my thoughts drifted to the voyeur room.  You could bet your
bottom dollar that the tapes were rolling, and everything
which happened between Lindsay and I was captured on film.
   Better yet, however, was that I had a little "helper" in
the voyeur room.  Pamela was in there... and she promised me
earlier that she would "direct" the film for the evening.
Meaning, of course - Pamela would use only the best camera
angles as she videotaped my heated encounter with Lindsay.

   I wondered to myself if by watching Lindsay and yours
truly get off together, Pamela had gotten off herself...
Then, I smiled.  Of course she had!


                  <<<- End of Part 21 ->>>


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