It was then that he thought he realized just who this was.The innkeeper that I saw was a man of average height - 5’-8” or so tall, 200 pounds, bal...ing with a soiled shirt and apron on. What there was of his dark colored hair was unkempt.“Good evening, innkeeper. I require a heated room for the night for myself and this poor creature,” I told him.“I’ll not have a dead girl in my inn,” the innkeeper asserted.“Listen carefully innkeeper for I shall say this only once. I am the Royal Executioner. I. ..." replied Joan, "Some of you....... 'may' find out later......" and she turned on her, actually quite attractive, heels and left the room."Nibbles eh!" said John, my manager, and all the other guys sniggered. I didn't have clue what they were on about......... but THAT was all to change later that afternoon....At 3pm we all duly crawled into Mr Smith's office and there was a surprising large array of drinks and a rather nicely prepared buffet. We were all VERY surprised. The three ladies. The warm tropical air carried the sounds of the surf and footsteps on the wet sand. The nude lovers lay still. ‘She is asleep,’ he thought, with his arms curled protectively around her. The moments passed with her deep sighs and peaceful stillness. The quiet movements became more deep and long. He gently slid from her and covered her slumbering body with the throw that had been hanging on the rail. He quietly slipped into the kitchen nude and vulnerable, and utterly happy. He began to rummage. ”I looked around for something to use. Seeing a jar of cold cream on her dressing table, I got off the bed and got it.Once back in position, I opened the jar and digging my fingers into it, took out a heavy load of cream which I heaped onto her butt hole. I then used my big finger to force the cream into her anus. She yelped as my finger fucked her asshole.”Please be gentle. Remember a Bhabi is like your own mother. Treat me like you would your mother. Be slow and gentle”. She pleaded. As I.