So, what the hell? At the hotel room door, he jammed his key card into the slot. The knob gave, twisted, but a second later, he came up against resist...nce. The door opened maybe, three inches, before the inside latch caught and held. Okay, so at least she was actually inside the room. Didn’t mean he appreciated her locking him out, though. ‘Anna?’ He jiggled the handle again, his temper sparking. He was seriously not in the mood for whatever tantrum she was pulling right now. ‘Look, I just need. See! In good lightyou can see where they stitched up his belly." She ran the red point ofher carefully shaped nail over the line of stitches. "If you look carefullywhere the bikini line would be, you can see where they sewed on his male apparatus.I don't think that my Bozo was the original owner." She shook her headin mock regret, then brightened. "He works well enough now with a littleplastic plumbing, of course, and gelatin." She squeezed the scrotum firmly,grimacing theatrically with the. .. yes?" I replied tentatively."It was kinda cool. You have an amazing ass," she said. "You should show it off more. Wait. I know." Wait? I thought. For what? I wondered. She again reached for the waistband of my yoga pants and rolled it down again. This time I swear a third of my ass was showing. I don't know why I let her. The idea of being seen like that was making me wet. I wondered what Conner would say. I went about my day like everything was normal. I kept looking at the door wondering. But she seemed like completely out of senses and laughed and left me in a phase of astonishment when I returned to my berths the bed was being prepared. I preferred to sleep on the top berth. She took the berth opposite to me after an hour or so when everyone was asleepShe got up and looked at me, while I was watching a movie on my mobile, when I looked at her and she pulled her top down and showed me her cleavage. This went on for a while and then we slept. The next day we reached Goa. Our.