All this fun came to an abrupt end when in Phuket, well on the beach to be exact, these women approached and asked if I wanted a massage, one was very...pretty, but I thought perhaps too young, even though I was sorely tempted, but I agreed to let the older one massage my back and legs, then I was pleasantly surprised when the younger one joined in, and started rubbing close to the edge, her hands touching my balls, under my swimming trunks as she rubbed, much to the amusement of the older one,. I turned on the light and sat on the sofa.But the driver was still standing. He was a bit old. He had gray hair and a little belly fat. He was a typical 40-year-old unlike Vikram.“Sit down. I’m not the owner of the house,” I said. He laughed and sat down.“All the fans and ACs are moved to the new house?” I asked him“Yes mam. I think so. If we go to the terrace it will be a bit cooler up there, mam,” he said. So we went upstairs. It was very chilling up there. The wind was blowing very fast. My. It wasn’t long and he was hard and starting to moan a little and the he came again in my mouth, not a lot but enough for me to feel it on my tongue. I kept sucking that cock so it wouldn’t get soft as I swallowed the little bit he gave me. And it wasn’t very long he had another orgasm and I don’t think he had any cum left because I didn’t feel any with my tongue. He was amazed and I was proud. He laid back as I undressed and put my street clothes back on. He said he had to leave the next. I had slept on the floor of the bathroom. Just in case the one-way transparency of the walls could be ignored by a sophisticated targeting sensor of a sniper. From the bathroom floor, I also had a good view of the entrance door and kept an eye on it. I did eat the nuts and the pretzels but of course did not touch the beer. Someone was after me there was no question anymore, what I could not figure out was, who it could be. I wondered who I pissed off enough to send someone after me, but gave up.