He must have been looking down at me and enjoying the view of my nice, perky boobs while I was stroking his cock. He managed to get rid of his pants.�...�Are you just going to stroke it?” he asked.He was waiting for me to suck his cock and I was only pleasing him with my hands.“Look at me,” he ordered, “Open your mouth, and show me how far can you take my cock in your mouth.”I looked up at him, still holding his cock. He was smiling. I opened my mouth and his smile got bigger. I took his cock head. Lucy, my ex, was not my first.”“But hopefully also not your last” They were friends again. Mary was starting to appreciate his frank openness. They walked back to the table and the four carried on chatting. The three women felt that perhaps their holiday wasn’t ruined, because a mysterious stranger had offered them a place to stay. If any of them was thinking ‘what’s his game? What is he after?’ she didn’t betray it on her face.“I can still drop you off in St Peter Port if you like, or we can. . um... merde. Again. I didn't know where I should be, only that this wasn't it.I sat up and looked for the room phone. Nothing. No phone? That was curious. This was definitely not a hotel. I started to wonder if I was locked in.I rose and walked to the door. I turned the latch and the knob, and gently pulled the door open. No problems there. I poked my head out, and looked left and right. No people were in sight, and it looked just like a hotel hallway. No guards or nurse stations or anything. Shereplied that she had left the key at her home in Paris and would see howwell I behaved over the next 10 days before we returned there. If I was agood girl I would be unlocked as soon as we got there. I was of coursedisappointed that I would remain locked for another 10 days but was in noposition to argue the point.Mistress then told me to take off her shorts and panties. I eagerly andtenderly removed them and with an aching clit admired the beauty of herfeminine form. I was instructed to.