His nose pressed in against my anus as his tongue made wriggling progress into the opening of my vagina, ignoring the needs of my tingling clitoris. T...e sensations were heady even before Mick moved his concentrated efforts down. “What are you…” The tingling changed into sexual pressure. “Oh God. What are you doing to me?” I tried to close my legs against the pleasure but found Mick’s shoulders holding my thighs apart. With my hands cuffed, there was no way to stop him. “Please, Mick. Stop it.. Dan continued working his magical fingers on her.The black woman enjoyed the exhibition both live and on her cell phone, “Do you want me to see if they might be interested in being with us?” She asked her husband.“If you want but why them, we could have chosen any other couple in here?”“There is something about him I can’t figure out but want to find out.”Dan was enjoying finger Wendy and it didn’t take much longer for her body to tense up. “Oh fuck Dan!” She whispered. Wendy covered her mouth. Albeit not great lovers of the hot sun we do share common ground with regard to our own perversions, although perhaps my travelling companion, I'll call her Sam, was not quite so aware of just how perverse I can be.The hotel room was comfortable but had a somewhat curious arrangement between the bedroom and the bathroom consisting of an electrically operated venetian blind. I quickly discovered that no matter in what position the blind any and all activity could be clearly seen through the. "Italian it is then." Their waiter nodded, smiled and headed for the wine cabinet.They perused the menus and when they each had decided, the waiter promptly appeared and took their order. Zena ordered a light salad and a roast lamb entrée while Bill discussed the appetizers with the waiter and chose a pâté and a veal entrée. The meal was superb, and they were charmed with the perfect service and elegant atmosphere. They could talk to each other quietly and still be heard. As the evening.