I went down to the main room. The innkeeper was not there. I was met by a woman, who I presumed was his wife.“My Lord, are you ready for breakfast?�...� she inquired.“Yes, Mistress... ?” I answered in a questioning voice.“Beatrice, my Lord. I am the innkeeper’s wife. I will have your breakfast brought in to you. Is there anything else you require?” she replied.“Yes, Mistress Beatrice. I also need some breakfast for my charge upstairs. She is injured and cannot come down. Secondly, I need to find. We had some soft music playing and Cassandra started swaying her body to the music in front of Jack. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her breasts overflowing out of a lacey black bra. She bent down in front of Jack, took his hand and placed it on one of them, while her hand lightly grazed the crotch of his jeans. She backed away from him as he reached out with his other hand to touch her, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor showing off the rest of her shapely body. Feel free to dump the whole load." Damn, this is kinda fun.And dump my load I do. I've only barely been able to hold myself back as she flipped over, so I fill her up with my fluid almost instantly after entering her. I try to keep going as long as I can afterward, my shrinking dink stirring around the juicy mess inside her cunt until it softens, then shrinks, then flops out, temporarily useless.She seems fairly worked up, and I don't want to deny her an orgasm if I can help it. So I go down. The rhythm guitar man was in another bathroom having a piss and promptly leapt from the window into the swimming pool where he stayed, shivering until it was all over and watched as his two sixteen-year-old companions were put into the back of a police car to be reunited with their "caring" parents.Me? I was luckier than any of them, my two young friends had been on the balcony, amusing me by seeing who could piss the furthest and had seen the cars screeching to a halt outside.It took them just.