Fiery redheads are not every man's cup of tea, so I have to try harder than Kim and Tina to get my share of attention. Worse still, I have pale porcel...in skin, which freckles rather than tans, and I burn easily. I knew that within days of our arrival, I would be forced to cover up my perky pink nipples, and spend time amusing myself in our two adjoining hotel bedrooms.I am 24, with average C cup breasts, and three inches shorter than Kim at five-eight. I am not a fitness fanatic like the other. The walls were decorated with light and neutral colours, consisting mainly of creams and decorated with photographs of nature and different landscapes. There were clothes strewn across the mass of the floor and it was quite hot, the heating having been turned up in the hotel. The focus, however, was neither on the decoration nor on the pictures, but instead on the two whom were slowly drawing closer to each other, their love being released upon one another controllably. It was their eyes that. He leaned over, putting one knee on the pillow by her hips. "We were afraid you'd had too much. How do you feel?"The girl could not answer. She tried to focus on his face. She turned her head and saw that the men and women in the room had gathered near the stage in a close semi-circle, their eyes bearing excitedly down on her naked flesh. They were still fondling each other and some of the leering faces were familiar. Martin was with one of the other women and his wife gently stroked Peter's. Morrigan told them about the room I'd slept in before with the little couch, and the next thing I knew, someone had lifted me. I could tell by how he cradled me it was Alistair – it felt as it always did when he carried me, and even in my confused half-asleep state, I was briefly nostalgic before the heartache came crashing back down on me.My head was clearing and thinking seemed easier, but I still had no control over my body. I expected to be placed on the couch, but instead Alistair sat down.