But the real fun came later. Unable to sleep because of the increasing lack of air conditioning, our sweaty, naked bodies rolled around in his bed, lo...king for cool spots. Eventually our bodies found each other again. Our lips could not stay away from each other. “You turn me on so much,” he groaned as our bodies rubbed against each other. “I can tell.” His rock hard cock pushed against the soft skin of my stomach. “I want to pour hot candle wax all over you.” He ran his tongue all over my. “Screwed any nice school girls recently?” Charles asked as his brother approached.“No,” he replied with a steely stare, “Have you?”Charles turned on his heel, “Insolent bastard, can I have his head cut off now I’m King?” he enquired of his chief flunky who attended him dressed like the doorman at the Ritz hotel.“I don’t believe so your Majesty,” he replied.“Well fucking get the law changed, I’m the fucking King now, remember.” Charles said pleasantly.Something caught his eye, “Oh fucking hell.”. ’ Her captor released his arm from around her stomach. She stepped forward…forgetting her breasts still free of the robe, her nipples hardening with the cooler air…She looked at two men in front of her. They weren’t your typical burglar types, dressed smartly and both very handsome. Dave had a fair complexion, short brown hair, green eyes and a baby-like face. Debs figured he wasn’t much over twenty. Peter was older, around thirty five, thick dark hair, blue eyes, with a bit more of a rugged. Anne had never felt such ineffable peace – she was completely fulfilled. She smiled back at her friend and, uncomplainingly, allowed herself to be dressed and led out of the now deserted club into the quiet early morning. A taxi stood outside and, within fifteen minutes, Anne was fast asleep in her bed at the little seaside hotel … ******************************************* The following morning, the two women hoisted their packs over their shoulders and set off at a fairly gentle strolling.