"You're a lucky son of a bitch," the Senator said.

The billionaire took a sip of his cognac, Rémy Martin XO, top of the line, gazing towards the sea, which he could hear softly breaking on the sand, without being able to see it in the darkness. Besides that, it was quiet, now that the girls had been sent to their rooms for the night to rest up for more fun and games tomorrow.

"Sure," he replied, "But it's not like you have much to complain of, my friend. You just got to deflower an 18 year old virgin, whom you got to watch being whipped at your behest earlier."

The Senator laughed and took a sip of his cognac. "Yeah, that's true," he allowed. "But you get to do that kind of shit every day. Not to mention living in this fabulous place." The Senator gestured vaguely in the direction of the sea with his glass. "I'd cut off my left nut to have your life."

He looked at the Senator. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're going to need both of them for some of the fun we have planned."

"Yeah, I suppose so. It's not always a sure thing at our age," the Senator said. "But those pills your doctor feeds me do the trick."

"They do," he replied.

"But that Barbara Moore, I think I could get it up for her without any medical help. That innocence is a real turn on. Not to mention her tight little ass."

"It is. And to think that a few days ago she didn't have a fucking clue that this place existed. Of course, she doesn't know that what's happened to her so far is only the beginning."

"Yeah, it's almost a shame, isn't it, to spoil that innocent girl, to degrade her into a whore desperate to please us if only we'll stop the pain," the Senator said.

"Yeah, almost," he replied. The two men chortled.

"Still it was very generous of you to give me the honor of taking her cherry. I mean it's your house and you certainly would have had every right to claim that for yourself."

"It was tempting, but I have resolved to save my sperm for Tara during the time she's fertile. I want an heir to take all this over when I go."

"What if it's a girl?" the Senator asked.

"She can be raised to appreciate a lot of what we do here, like Kelly does. And if it is, we can try again for a boy. Tara will stay here as long as I need her. And her friend Delia, too, for that matter. No one leaves here unless I say so."

"You're the boss," the Senator said. "They worship you. Meanwhile, my staff up there in DC, I can't lay a hand on them these days. Just looking at them funny is enough to set reporters sniffing around and that will be it for my political career."

"Well, you behave yourself up there," he cautioned. "We need you in office, for the good of the country. More importantly, for the good of my business. Don't you ever forget that!"

"Of course," the Senator replied. "I'm a saint up there. Never even a whiff of trouble. I save it all up for my trips down here to Pirate Cay."

"Well, there aren't any reporters down here," he replied. "And if there were, let's just say, filing their story might be a bit of a problem." The two men laughed and took another sip of their cognac.

"So, what's on tap for tomorrow?" the Senator asked. "I still haven't gotten that blowjob from your little Miss Moore."

"That should be number one on the list, then," the billionaire said. "You're our guest and her job is to please you." He hit a button on a small box on the table. "Kelly, would you please come out here on the terrace for a minute?" he asked.

It took a few minutes for Kelly Winters to arrive, in shorts and a T shirt, flip flops on her feet, looking a bit disheveled.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Kelly," he began. "I've got some calls to make in the morning and I want you to prepare Barbara for the Senator."

"Of course," Kelly replied.

"I still haven't gotten my blow job from her," the Senator said.

"I know and that's unacceptable. Little Miss Prissy Pants thinks she's too good to do it. We'll see about that," Kelly replied. "I was going to have Robert set up the caning frame by the pool. Let's see if she likes the cane any better than the whip."

"I like the way you think, Kelly," the Senator said.

"Kelly recruited her, so she has a stake in seeing that she learns her place," he added, a hint of menace in his voice. "But do it after lunch so I can watch."

"Of course," Kelly replied. "I'll take care of her, don't you worry," she added, trying to sound more confident than she may have felt.

"Listen, Kelly, we know she was a virgin with men, but what about with women?" he asked.

"She was pretty cagey about that."

"Well, I suggest you find that out first thing tomorrow morning."

"That will be my pleasure," Kelly said.

"I'm sure it will be," he said rising. "It sounds like tomorrow should be lots of fun, then, right Senator."

"You're a lucky son of a bitch," the Senator replied.