I had after all basically suggested it. For now, it was watching them, seeing them as they took notice of one another, exploring tenderly…at times p...ayfully. Almost like two naughty kids playing the ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,’ game for the first time. Only vaguely aware I was even there as they took their time, hands, fingers, at times lips and mouths touching and exploring one another as they stood there facing one another. Again…sort of what I’d had in mind when we’d reached. .. let me suckyou," I begged, worried he might just leave me there."You want to come, don't you?" he asked looking at me. I blushed anddropping my gaze to his feet I confessed: "Yes... I feel so... horny..." Get up and come here," he told me, pulling my right arm and pushing meback on my knees on the edge of the bed. "I will make you cum," he said,and I felt the tip of his cock searching for my hole again. It went ineasier than before, with all the lube and probably because my ass was. From now until I tell you otherwise, you will verbalize everything your body is feeling. You will not speak your thoughts, only your physical needs and sensations. And remember how I told you to refer to yourself.” As I press the AUDIO selection on my remote control, I ask Anna to talk to me. “I am so fucking horny, Jake. My tits ache to be sucked on; twisted; pulled; bitten. My pussy feels like this big leaking hole that needs to be filled with your cock. And MY ASS, oh God, Jake, my ass. . Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which.