"Mr Styles," a voice called and he turned and nodded. "Can I get you a drink?"Matthew declined the kind offer and followed the suited gentleman into a...small interview room before explaining the nature of his visit. Matthew had been saving up for a deposit on a property for four years and with his savings now reaching over twelve thousand pounds wanted to put them somewhere that could give him instant access if the right property came onto the market, but still give a good tax-free rate of. Did I find Bob attractive? Was I a repressed homosexual? Images of Bob naked reeled in my head. That time we shared a hotel room, I had always assumed the muddle over the booking had been a random cock-up. The drunken embrace when we got back to the room had, I thought, been camaraderie. Whose idea had it been to watch porn on the pay per view? Mine probably. Looking back, it was Bob who laughingly suggested we watch The Cane Mutiny. It turned out to be about sex starved pirates. They rebelled. She crawled forwards, sliding her pussy off my cock and straddling Mark cowgirl-style, easing her wet cunt down onto his shaft. The two of them were soon working up a good rhythm again and I could see his dick pumping in and out of her hungry slot as he stroked her thighs and gripped her waist, forcing her down hard each time.She was groaning like mad, panting, “It feels so good, your cock feels so fucking good.” I wondered if I was in danger of losing her to him completely, but I think she was. I looked round and saw this shadowy figure on the edge of the trees looking at me. Then he stepped out into full view and, although he was obviously a man, he wasn't like any man I had ever seen before. He was tall and slim, but in a muscular sort of way, and he moved with the gracefulness of an athlete. He had long blonde hair tied in a braid at the back, and his face was so beautiful, with piercing green eyes. Oh, and the stories are right, he did have pointed ears, although only slightly so,.