. I've got to get nude again." How's that corporate secretary doing?" Sally? Better. I talked her into joining me in the pool at Cap d'Agde. She and I...had a nice long talk with a woman from Germany, a potential investor as it turned out. Made me feel better, anyway."Ginny took another sip at what I could only assume to be wine, not having a video connection. "I'm getting used to this, but it's still a blasted freak show." And that makes you?" I teased."I know, one of the freaks." At least. By the shadows moving, I could see that she was and so I began to rub my crotch a bit through my shorts. I was already semi-hard by this time, and my cock was definitely wanting to come out. It also helped that I had a good week long load built up, adding to the need of being released. Then the signal of the finger-wagging from her side made it known she was interested.Instead of instantly releasing my cock, I peered again into the hole to see more of her. She rolled up her skirt to her. As they drove for three hours through the sun-baked countryside of Andalusia, they got a good look at some sights before they reached the ancient city of Granada.The hotel was located right on a narrow alley that lead up to the famed Alhambra complex. The owner, a middle aged Austrian lady, gave them a room on the third floor and a key to the parking structure located up the alley.One thing became clear right away – the building standards for Spanish hotels were a far cry even below American. But it fails every time: Once a hard male cock is in my vagina, my innate female need to be dominated takes hold, overruling my brain, my mind, and causing my body to submit to the Godlike Power of a man's erection. I arched my head back and gasped, succumbing to the Authority of the Penis. I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his torso, involuntarily but reflexively, to allow my r****t to more deeply violate my helpless, abused twat, and the same to putting my arms around him, trying to pull.