Eh...suitable…”“Hmmm…” Irene replied and stepped back to check out Elizabeth. She was a pretty brunette, straight dark half-long hair, avera...e height, slim, pale complexion, nice tits, small butt. Irene smiled at Liz, then spotted Roger and briefly spoke with him. She took a sip from her champagne glass as she slowly started to move towards the hallway with her glass hanging in one hand. Halfway she turned around and looked at Elizabeth. She understood and slowly followed her down the corridor.. That was it I was shaking with anticipation as I walked toward my shower. I stepped in felt a rush as I realised that I was preparing my body for this man, this stranger to fuck my virgin hole. I shaved although I was always smooth anyway. I finger fucked as ass in preparation for his thick cock too. My hard on returned and I beat my cock, I was so close to orgasm but deciding to tease myself and save it for later. I checked myself out in the mirror. I modestly could consider myself to a be. ‘Excuse me, have you seen an alley man?’ The sentry looked at him and paused. After a while he replied, ‘Son, if I saw any alleymen here, I would let them know about it. Who sent you to ask me?’ ‘My Sergeant told me to check.’ ‘Well you come closer here now.’ Walter approached the man who said quietly ‘I believe that someone is having some fun. An Alleyman is a German. The French, see? Allemagne, means Germany. You haven’t seen the date I expect – 1st of April. Now get along with you back to. He took his t-shirt off and wrapped it around my foot before scooping me up again and jogged back to the hotel. In the lobby, I could see his top was soaked with blood and he called for the first aider, who in turn called for an ambulance. While waiting she re-wrapped my foot with fresh bandages.No one will know if it was left on the beach or washed up, but I had managed to find a broken bottle with my foot. I needed fifteen stitches along my sole and could not walk on it for at least a week..