"Wellll," Penny smiled sheepishly, "it will take a little time to dismiss everyone and make arrangements for the sale, so my father might as well enjoy a weekend there."
"You're too much, Penelope."
"When I heard that all" those little children were paying off debts that their parents owed you, was furious. I hated you for making innocent children do the things they were doing, until I saw… "
"Until you saw what?" Paul teased her. "Until you saw that when they were left alone-just as I had explained-they discovered their own sex games? That the children played sex games without being taught?"
"Yes," Penny admitted sheepishly.
"And didn't you find that everyone on the island was there of his or her own free will? Doing only what they wanted to do?"
"Yes, but one thing still puzzles me."
"Please, Penny, no more questions. We're supposed to be on our honeymoon, and I want you."
"First answer just one last question," she said firmly, but allowing him to pull her back onto the bed. "All those wealthy, important, powerful people that you invited… and the young, struggling actors and actresses… wasn't there a terrible risk of someone possibly blackmailing the guests?"
"Not really," Paul said, pulling off her robe and bringing her naked body down on top of his. "In my vault I have enough evidence on each and every person on the island. That was the only thing necessary to insure closed mouths. Plus the fact that if any of the young people got too ambitious they knew they'd never get work again-anywhere!"
Paul's hind slid down Penny's smooth back, down to her firm ass and he pressed, causing his stiff cock to force its way closed legs. She was teasing him, he realized. Holding out already! he said under his breath.
"And do you have something in your vault me?" she asked coyly.
"You promised you wouldn't ask any more questions," Paul said as his hands pulled her asscheeks apart in an attempt to get her to open her legs.
"But I want to know if you have something in your vault on me. I have to know before we can go any further," she said, giggling as he tried unsuccessfully to force her legs open. "I want to know if you took pictures of me while I was your guest."
"Don't be silly," he answered, trying to capture her mouth with his to put an end to all the talk.
"Then answer my question," she insisted, lifting her head away from his and squeezing her legs tighter, capturing his throbbing cock in a vise-like grip so he couldn't move it.
"No! I didn't have to get any evidence-certainly not pictures-on you," he said with a sigh of defeat, "or Steve, either. You both come from a wealthy, prominent family. If, for some crazy reason, either of you did want to blackmail anyone, I would have dealt with the matter when it happened."
Penny grinned at him, hesitated a moment as she considered teasing him further, but decided against it. In one quick move she slid back to his cock and gave him a tantalizing smile as she kissed the pulsing knob. A tight-lipped kiss. Then her tongue danced down and around the thick meat-teasing him with its delightful sensations, while her wide eyes sparkled with devilish delight, daring him to make a move as she tantalized his longing cock with her teasing mouth.
Paul grabbed her by the hair, quickly wrestled her over on her back and got between her legs. Then he placed his huge spear at the entrance to her weeping cunt.
"Cunt-teasing I don't mind," he said between clenched teeth, "but I won't stand for cock-teasing."
Penny felt the blunt head force its way into her burning cunt. The full length and width of it sweeping into the depths of her body made her suddenly very willing to accept his terms.