" Ben," he replied, shanking Gordon's hand and wondering why this guy was even talking to him."Is she your girlfriend?" Gordon asked, pointing at Lacy..."No, just a friend." So, she knows your gay?"Ben's eyes grew wide, he felt his heart race. How could this stranger possibly know something that no one else did? "Wha- what are you ... you talking ... talking about?"Ben smiled. "Still in the closet eh? I'll bet you a blowjob your lady friend there knows you're gay."The bartender dashed down and. ‘And now?’ ‘And now I want us to reenact the Tuesday encounter from Marcia’s Week. I regretted we didn’t play that out, that I was so hot to have you that night that I used you up in a lesser scene.’ She remembered, not only that I had been in the movie with her. She remembered our sex scene. More important, she was as disappointed as I was in a reality that was less than the illusion. I hadn’t been the only one obsessed with this. And she, indeed, had used me up that night—milked me dry, even. ” Sara had not considered that possibility. That finding her alone and masturbating would excite him. Mark went on. “Did he ask you to touch yourself?” “Not at first, we just chatted, but after a bit he asked me to touch my breasts.” Sara thought of the chat and felt a tingle as she remembered it. Mark reached out to her left breast and lightly teased her nipple, the tip already hard. Sara squirmed at his touch. “Did you touch it like this?” “Yes…well he asked me to pull on it…to pull out on my. She got into the doggy position and I fucked her hard while playing with her clit. As she orgasmed I pumped my cum into her and we collapsed onto the bed. We then chatted about what happened and my wife hoped I had been OK with what happened. I said of course but my fantasy had always been to watch other guys fuck her. She laughed and said ‘in your dreams’. She said that having those guys watch us had been a real turn on. I said ‘It is a shame it is now nearly the end of our holiday … imagine.