It was called Bougainvillea. There was a picture of the place, and it said it was on the quiet end of the island – just like his own home – and it...immediately seemed exactly what he wanted. He made arrangements straight away and paid for a six-week stay. Good, he thought, just the place for me, in the tropics with the sea within walking distance, and palm trees, and quiet, and a totally different atmosphere form the daily grind he had wanted to escape from for some time. He bought a relatively. It had to be, since this was a full test of the device, only the second one since approval was given to link more than two people into one scene. Even knowing that, he was still excited, anticipating what would come. He watched the far wall, looking at where the door was concealed, waiting for her to appear.Doreen pushed open the door and stepped into the velvet-lined room. Fighting her nervousness, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. No, not part of the script, but. I managed to hold on for at least ten minutes before the sensation was too strong and I tipped over, lifting my back off the bed as my penis throbbed and pulsed out more of my warm seed. This time I just pulled my pyjamas up and let them absorb the wetness on my tummy and thighs.I masturbated one more time before I went to sleep and pulled on myself harder and faster until I spurted out a fairly small amount of semen which was easily absorbed by my pyjamas. I woke up the next morning and my. 30 minutes later when I was about to cum, someone rang the bell. I rushed dressing up without wearing any innerwear and opened the door. And it was Anushka with her laptop. I was shocked and was in a confused expression thinking of what I did last night, but she was out of her shy after changing her view from inside the hall to me.I tried to be normal as nothing happened yesterday, but her majestic expression and her low hip sari made my dick harder.Anushka- what were you doing? Why did you.