I knocked once, stood quietly looking down at the bottom of the door. Not sure what I had gotten myself into, but looking forward to whatever was goin... to happen.After a short wait a man opened the door. I was reasonably sure it was Roman. With my eyes cast down I was not certain. He grabbed me by the collar pulling me into the room. The door closed behind me. “Unbutton your shirt and drop your shorts!” he demanded. I did as I was told as quickly as I could without looking up. He struck my cock. It was an erotic contrast to my own skin as I felt his course chest hair against my back and the semi-rigid cock of a real man pressing against my ass cheek. He asked me to wear my heels to bed as well, and I obliged. I could feel his whiskers on my shoulders as he nuzzled closer. He knew I wasn't the kind for cuddling or affections, but it felt so good to feel him hold me close as he held me in one arm, while the other moved down along my body and fingered my hole. Once he penetrated me with. I closed my eyes for a sec to picture her naked and when I looked out the window, I realized that Nicole was looking up at me and I was pretty sure she knew what I was doing.I backed away from the window but before I knew it she was up the stairs and burst into my room. I played it cool and kept my hand on my fully erect cock. She came toward me and asked what the hell I was doing and to stop immediately. I told her I was jerking off while thinking of her and if she wanted me to stop she. “Why don’t you touch me anymore?” Carol had finally cajoled it out of him. He’d been tipsy on wine that night. He’d felt vulnerable and weak. Little by little his frustrated wife had prised out Paul’s dark secrets. Well they weren’t “secrets” anymore were they? Paul looked around the large suite. Okay the room was ready. He had unscrewed the light bulb on the room’s balcony. Even if the man Carol picked as her paramour hit the switch, the light wouldn’t work. Paul had positioned a large wicker.