My guide obediently shut the lift doors and once more its motors whirred into life. This time we appeared to be ascending. The haunting sounds of lute...and harp music could be heard through the closed lift doors as we juddered to a stop.They opened to reveal a long stone-columned cloister stretching towards a huge log fire. Lighting was from banks of candles on wrought iron sconces, set between narrow stained glass windows. In the foreground (only feet from our vantage point inside the lift car). I got Naltort's dish out of the oven where it was holding, and presented it to her with a flourish."Naltort promised me you'd love this; I have no idea how he manages it, but he's the best chef I've encountered here, even including Ian Rorke's bride Mantarl." I'm sure he's right; it smells delicious already."I let her dish some out onto her plate, and took some myself. It was a variation on the concept of lasagna, layers of wide noodles and cheeses in a tomato-based sauce, but there were a. I heard a bloke in the room ask me ‘haite e?’ and opened my eyes. A 40 ish guy, in good shape, nice Japanese eyes and a buzz cut, covering himself with his sento towel. I nodded and he slipped into the bath, sat back and sighed. We were both relaxing. He said to me in English ‘are you staying here?’ and I was awakened from my reverie. I said yes. He told me was here with a troupe of lads who were runners – competing in a local marathon. I explained about my friend who worked there.Long story. Apparently he was instantly hard and fully aroused and it wasn't long before he had her bent over staring at a picture of me on her dresser while he fucked her hard. She admitted to cumming several times as he fucked her pussy and it wasn't long before he came (into a condom) as well. She told me that "after that everything is a blur" . She remembers sucking him hard again and him fucking her in the missionary position before pulling out his bare cock and spunking over her pussy. She made him.