I was having a miserable time just hanging around waiting for Ben and drinking when this really gorgeous African man came over and introduced himself ...o me. He told me his name which I couldn’t pronounce but it sounded a bit like George, so that’s what I called him. We talked and danced for a couple of hours and as I’d had a few drinks, I didn’t object when his hands started to roam, squeezing my bottom and playing with my breasts. I was actually enjoying it as Omar had been neglecting me a. “Matt, what are you planning???” I don’t answer but instead I open the strawberries and pop open the champagne “What was that pop?” you ask, still I say nothing but instead I pick up one of the strawberries and stroke it against your lips but as you open your lips and go to bite it I pull it away and kiss you“No biting until I tell you” I whisper in your ear and I put the strawberry back to your mouth, forcing your lips apart as you take it into your mouth “Now you can bite it” and with that. The nurse stood up and went to the basin. She turned the faucet on so that it was just trickling. Then she said, “Put your hand flat on her lower abdomen, then press gently. A bit lower. That’s it. Now press gently. Keep pressing. Now press a bit harder.”Bec shifted like she was uncomfortable and then started to pee. It was like magic.The nurse turned the faucet off and went back to sit on her stool. When she finished, I watched for a few seconds, waiting for her to wipe herself. She didn’t. It was so hot and it was driving me crazy! I reached up to squeeze Belinda’s breast, but Marcela pushed my hand back down to my side. “No touching.” She said. As I put my hand back down behind my head, Marcela reached out and cupped Belinda’s right breast in her hand, and then took a picture as she gave it a squeeze. “Is this what you wanted to do?” she asked looking at me through her lens. “Yes.” I moaned as Belinda sucked me. “What else?” she asked me. “See her ass.” I said. Marcela.