Jog and chat with Loretta.

"You're in pretty good shape," Loretta noted, her eyes wandering across the reflection of his broad chest in the mirror.

"Thanks," Frank replied, stealing a glance in the mirror of the blonde's large tits jiggling to her beat of her steps. "I was always muscular but I decided to get fit after my divorce."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she frowned.

"Well, you can say that's why I'm here," Frank chuckled and showed her his fob.

"You have an Imperial package?" she gasped.

"Yeah, it wasn't cheap but worth every cent!" he laughed, thinking of all the pussy he banged on his first day at the island.

"You must be rich to afford that," Connie cooed as she and Valerie walked up to the treadmills.

"Well, my ex-wife took half plus our dog but you can say I'm still living comfortably." Frank knew that you had to have big bank account to afford to spend a week -- let alone a month like he was -- at all-inclusive private resort of Freedonia. Most of the male guests were older businessmen but the younger ones were either born with silver spoons in their mouths or struck it big in Silicon Valley.

"We're done working out. What about you, Loretta?" Valerie asked as she eyed Frank.

"I'm done," the blonde replied hitting the stop button on the treadmill control console. "Do you want to join us in the sauna, Frank?"