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Kathy helped me get undressed, got my shoes off, put me in the shower and started the water running down my back. She took off her own clothes and got in the shower with me. First she washed my hair and face. Before she did more, she took the top off the bottle and put the applicator on.

"You need to spread your legs for me, Brooke."

"Uh huh. Okay." Still I didn't move my legs. Kathy had to nudge them apart. She squirted the liquid up into my pussy and globs of cum washed out, going down the drain. She squirted some more up inside me and more came out, less this time. I watched it disappear. One last time she squeezed the bottle and I felt the rush of fluids into me and the drip, drip, drip as it leaked out of me.

"I hope that's enough. There isn't anymore." She tossed the bottle out of the shower. "I'll take this home with me, alright?"

I nodded. Kathy thoroughly washed me. She could have taken advantage. I was a zombie at that moment. I might have done anything she wanted, but she was simply kind and professional, doing what she could to get me clean, and no more. Washed, she got me out of the shower and dried me off.

"You need to brush your teeth," Kathy said. "Your mouth will smell and taste of cum."

My mouth always tasted of cum now. I drank lots of cum. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

"What do you wear to bed at night?" Kathy asked.

"Nothing."

"Then it's what you have to wear now. Climb into bed." I moved to the bedroom while Kathy hung up the towels, put the douche bottle in her purse and straightened up the bathroom. She came into the bedroom and gave me a couple pills and a glass of water.

"This is Tylenol PM. It will help you sleep and maybe ease the soreness of your pussy. Take them."

I swallowed them with some water, then curled up in a little ball. Kathy covered me up and lay down beside me, holding me. I was trembling.

"I orgasmed," I said. "I didn't want to. I wanted to let them fuck me and be done with it, but they made me climax. Am I a bad girl, Kathy? Am I a whore like they said I was?"

"No, baby. You're not a whore. I told you before orgasms are a physiological response to physical stimuli. You don't have to love someone to cum. Anybody will cum with the right stimulation."

"I begged him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me cum. I was so close, I begged, even though my time was up. I begged to cum."

"I know, sweetheart. That doesn't make you bad. It only means you have needs, just like other people."

"I hate myself. I hate I climaxed. I hate I begged them to make me cum. I hate I'm doing this to Tanner. What am I if not a whore?"

"Just a normal girl, sweetheart. A normal girl with physical needs, like everyone else. You go to sleep now. I'll stay here with you until Tanner comes back, okay?"

I closed my eyes. "Okay."

Later, I heard Kathy talking to Tanner. "She wasn't feeling well. I gave her a couple Tylenol PM to help her sleep easier."

"She didn't get drunk again, did she?"

"No, she didn't get drunk, just a bad night."

She left and Tanner got undressed and climbed into bed with me.

"Are you okay, Brooke?"

I pretended to be asleep. He curled himself around me. I'm so sorry, Tanner. Please don't hate me. I finally dropped off again, Tanner breathing softly on the back of my neck.

The next morning I was alone when I awoke. Tanner wasn't in bed nor even in the bungalow. I had no idea where he was. Getting up, I had breakfast. Tanner had asked our butler, Roberta to keep the bungalow stocked with breakfast items and it was no problem finding something to eat.

Done eating, I looked at my phone to see if Tanner had texted me or left any information for me. I didn't see anything from Tanner, but my blackmailer had texted another movie to me. All 90 plus minutes of my sexual degradation last night condensed down to an eight minute video. It definitely looked done on the rooms security cameras. I hadn't even thought to look for cameras when I entered the room, concentrating instead on the disgusting task I was facing. If I'd known I was being filmed, would it have made any difference? I'd managed to extract three concessions regarding my servitude last night. Getting more compromises would be difficult. I watched the whole lurid thing. He'd managed to include every time the two men had cum in me and every time I'd cum for them. It ended with me begging for them to fuck me. Tears flowed down my cheeks. Every thing I did was more disgraceful and terrible than the last.

He left one additional message with the video. I had to give a copy of this to the management of the club in return for your use of the VIP room. They loved it.

Wonderful! My shame was now being shared with others. I wiped the tears off of my face. This was intolerable. I couldn't take anymore. I ran water into the tub. It was time to end it all. The equipment and accoutrements of the resort were first rate. The knives in the kitchenette were razor sharp. A couple slices up my arms would end my misery forever.

I climbed into the tub and looked at my arms, now tan and brown from nearly a week in the sun. I looked at the knife, the edge glistening in the sun. I leaned back, thinking of all I was prepared to give up; my friends, my parents, my husband. None of them would know why I was doing this. All they would know was I'd gone on a honeymoon after marrying the love of my life and then killed myself. Stan and Kathy would know why, but no one else. Would they tell Tanner so he wouldn't blame himself? What about my parents? Would they blame Tanner for my death if no one knew why I'd died? Would they believe he'd done something so heinous I was forced to kill myself. What about the police; would they think Tanner had something to do with my death? I couldn't kill myself without an explanation. Something handwritten in my own hand and with my signature would help exonerate my husband, even if I couldn't explain why I'd done it.

Getting back out of the tub, I looked for paper and pen to write my note. I found a pen in my purse, but no larger sheets of paper. I wandered around the bungalow looking for large sheets of paper. I finally found some resort stationery in one of the desk drawers.

My Dear Tanner, I started, I wish my life never reached the point where living no longer seems worthwhile. I know you may blame yourself, or others may blame you, but what I'm doing has nothing to do with you. I love you with all my heart, and what I do now has no bearing upon you or our marriage. It is due to my great shame for things beyond yours or my control, I take this step. Kathy and Stan know what's happened. I do not want them to tell you what I've done as I know it will hurt you horribly, but they can assure you my actions are no reflection on you or my love for you. Know always .....

"Brooke, I'm home. Are you up yet, sleepyhead?" Tanner called out. I could hear Tanner outside on the dock.

Shit! I'd missed my opportunity. Why had Tanner chosen this moment to come back? I left the knife on the counter and I crumpled and stuffed my note into the garbage disposal, the only place I could think where Tanner wouldn't be likely to find it. I slipped back onto the deck and into the tub.

"Brooke, where are you?"

"I'm in the tub. Why don't you join me?"

"Great idea." He came out on the deck. "Oh, great, you're naked. Just the way I like to see you."

"I forgot to get towels before I got in. Can you get some before you get in?"

"Sure thing, honey."

He disappeared in the bungalow and came out with a couple towels and our robes. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed in with me, facing me. He didn't bother drawing the privacy curtain.

"Where did you go this morning?" I asked.

"Since you were sleeping so late, I decided I'd go for a walk on the beach. I met the nicest old gentleman out there collecting shells."

I knew exactly who he was speaking of, having made his intimate acquaintance a couple days ago.

"Did he talk to you at all?" Did he talk about the tall woman who sucked his cock before he fucked her?

"No. He only spoke French and I only know a few words. He gave me some great shells though. Really nice ones. I'll show them to you later."