The girls return.

"Are you girls okay?" Katy asked after the girls returned from the patio and she had noticed their red eyes from crying.

"Kinda," Sally sniffed.

"We still haven't decided if we should stay on the island or quit and go home," Jenna said.

"Have a seat, girls," Frank said, gesturing at the couch across from his armchair. "I want have a talk with you."

"About what?" Jenna asked suspiciously, wondering what kinky stuff he had in mind since he reserved them for the rest of the day.

"About the predicament you got yourself into," he sighed, shaking his head. "My daughter, Rachel, is about your age. She's in one of the best colleges money can buy but she still doesn't know what to do other than party. She only calls me to ask for more money."

"Do you give her the money?" Connie wondered.

"I do because she's daddy's little princess," he paused to stare at Connie and reminiscing how much she looked like Rachel. He let out a sigh before turning to Sally and Jenna. "But I really don't want to because I want her to learn how to be on her own and live up her own mistakes."

"I know we fucked up!" Jenna snapped with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, I... we," he said, glancing at Katy sitting on the armchair armrest, "want you to just enjoy the rest of the day here to take your mind off of it."

"You're not going to fuck us again?" Jenna wondered.

"No I won't, unless you want to," he replied and then looked at the other two redheads. "Besides there are plenty of other girls on the island."

"So can we go on the beach?" Sally piped up.

"No," Frank answered. "Apparently you have to remain near me or else..."

"...we could get fucked by some creepy old man," Jenna continued but then gave Frank an apologetic smile. "Not that I think you're creepy."

"I know what you meant," he said. "Anyway, I'm going to leave this option on the table for you girls: if you decide to quit I'm going to offer to pay your flight back home. That's it."

"Thank you, sir," Sally sniff, beginning to cry again, and stood up to walk up to him.

"Just call me Frank," he said as the young blonde wrapped her arms around his broad frame for a hug.

She began to sob on his shoulders.

"It's okay..." He patted her on the back and just let her cry.

"I want to thank you for being so nice to us, Frank," the blonde smiled, wiping her her tears away. He was taken aback when she gave him a kiss on the lips.

"It's okay..." he muttered as she lifted herself off his lap enough to fish his raging erection from his short. He had completely forgotten about the other girls in the room when the blonde lowered her pussy down, hungrily swallowing the entire length of his thick shaft in one gulp.

Frank admitted to himself it was a nice change of pace of a girl wanting to fuck him. He sat back on the armchair and grinned and played with Sally's tits while she ground and gyrated her wide hips against his erection.

"OOOOoooh," she cooed as the tip of his cock rubbed against her sensitive G-spot. She let out a yelp when Frank latched his lips around one of her erect nipples.

Feeling her pussy squeeze his cock, Frank popped her nipple from his mouth. "Come for me, sweetie!"

"Yes!" she replied and began to bounce on his lap. However, he wasn't satisfied she was getting enough of his cock in her so he held onto her waist and **** her up and down, like the piling rig his construction company owned.

When she finally came, the blonde flung her head back, whipping her long golden mane back, and let out glorious orgasmic scream. She collapsed on top of Frank, pressing her tits against his chest.

"It's okay..." he whispered, petting her hair.

"That was more than okay," she giggled, playfully squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles.

"Whenever you're done with Sally please come to the bedroom," Katy yelled.