Subtropical Surrender
It was on a beautifully moonlit black sand beach that my lovely new wife formally took possession of me.
We’d met just a week before, at a privately arranged Las Vegas liaison. We were there to have s*x – I’d even paid in advance for the privilege – but upon meeting me the unbelievably attractive Ginny had seen something far more valuable than just a paid night’s intercourse. She got her money and so much more naturally, and yet somehow I remained a desperately horny virgin until that unbelievable Hawaiian honeymoon. Still despite the shocks of that night I can’t dare doubt that I got the better of the deal.
She showed up at my penthouse suite right on the stroke of seven o’clock. A premium-priced call girl, I’d been told that she was almost nineteen – barely two y
