What is it with PR people anyway, always pushing for more and more. GrrrrrrrrI had been pounding the waters since leaving the pool trying to rehydrate...after our afternoon. Add to this the beer that Kaye had brought from the hotel bar and I found myself needing to pee ... again.I had thought her comment the first time I went to the bathroom ... "let me know if I can help" with a laugh and smile a bit odd but just blew it off as the alcohol talking.This trip however took an entirely different. She has black fishnet stockings – I am now sure that she only ever wears stockings – and black patent high heels. She has let her hair down – literally. It tumbles in dark luxuriant waves over her shoulders. Around her neck is some kind of black ribbon choker. There’s something a bit odd about the dress, mind. I get a little closer, then realise what it is. Her little black dress is made of leather. Jesus Christ!The crowd moves off, out of the hotel – and westwards. Preye has latched onto me. Angel put her hands flat on my chest and slowly began to lower herself onto my throbbing cock. It took every ounce of restraint I could muster to keep from slamming my cock deep into her but I held back and let her go at her own speed. I almost cried out when I felt her soft, wet cunt lips close tightly around the head of my dick. I held my breath and looked deep into her eyes as she sucked on her bottom lip and lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Except for the incredible. It could be me on the toilet, so I’ll see if I can fix it”“Gross!” said Erica.Fixing the bathroom lock was easy enough. Terri watched as I lit a match and then snubbed it out and broke pieces off. “Why did you light the match? Does that make it stronger?”“No, but I don’t want it to light in the hole do?”“Would it do that?”“I don’t know”“Then why light it if you don’t know? And you’ve not even used that part!” I did try to explain that it was just a safety precaution, but she really didn’t get.