STORY DESCRIPTION It all started as an exciting trip, twelve female models on their way to a nude shoot, and a cabin crew member was ill, so I took her place.
Short skirts, deep, deep cleavages and slim beauties they were. To stop me accidentally dropping things and having to bend down to pick it up, I was sent to a seat behind the girls, and that saved my life.
The plane crash landed, skimming the Pacific Ocean, and coming to rest on a beach, the front had broken off, where I should have been sat with the other cabin crew members. There were now just twelve beauties and me alive, but marooned on a deserted island, the mind boggles.
I had been trained to take charge in this type of situation, but twelve beauties decided differently, and took it upon themselves to elect a leader, and to put and keep me in my place, the odd one out.
This is the story of the hardships we suffered, especially me at their hands, and the fun, we had.
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