A tall middle-age man sat a few tables from me. He commented in French that I looked American. I said I was, but I continued to speak to him in French... He moved to my table. He looked like an actor, probably around 50. Very well-dressed. Nice face with a thin mustache. He asked personal questions about my trip and I asked him some about where he lived. He pointed to the hotel next to the café. He wasn’t a tourist. He lived in the hotel all year round. It was a very posh place and I had heard of. “Are you okay?”After a few more moments to catch her breath, she looked up at him with an expression of adoration. “You just made me come. Does that answer your question?”His eyebrows went up. “Really?”“Really.”“Just from telling you that you deserved to be punished?”She shuddered again. “Yes. And if you keep saying it that way, it might happen again.”He grinned. “Does that mean what I think it means?”“Unfortunately, no.”His erection, already nearing full mast at the thought of what he was on. “So?”“It’s October the first!“ said Matilda, too loudly.He tried to clear his mind. Obviously they weren’t going away.“Okay, it’s October the first,” he said, opening his eyes. “Happy October.”“It’s been six weeks!” said Betty, her voice disgusted.“And we’ve been on the pill for a month,” cooed Matilda.He got it then. They didn’t have to work that day.He didn’t make it out of bed until noon.The twins had built up a lot of reserve passion. On that first day they could engage in amorous. Kuch der bad woh bheegi hue bathroom se nikli badan pe sirf blanket wor kar. Rahul uske samne khada tha shorts pahen ke. Manali usse dekh kar jaldi apne room mein chali gayi aur darwaza ander se bandh kar diye.Room ke ander woh towel se khud ko poora dry kiya. Stan mein uski bohut dard ho rahe thi isliye usne ek halki si top aur sath mein ek track pant pahene, fir bistar pe let gaye. Aankho mein aanshu thi, dil mein dard. Kuchi samay ke ander woh so gayi.Manali ki room ke bandh darwaze ki.