Undoubtedly this was the kind of place you bring your hot mistress and not the whole family. A kind of nondescript boutique hotel, not a small family ...un one, no. One that was serviced by maybe 30 employees, very very modest and also one that may have had its hay day during the fabulous renaissance of Italy. The girl, she reminded me of a more regal time. She was proud of her family hotel and she had every right to be, I was proud that she sat beside me to indulge in conversation, a. I knew I had to explore that gorgeous, puckered asshole which was alternately clenching and relaxing from my attention to her pussy. I licked my index finger and slowly inserted it into her ass, to which she offered no resistance. I slid two of my fingers of the other hand in her wet, sopping, wet pussy and curved them downward to hit her G-spot. Oh my God, she grabbed the bed sheets and pulled the fitted sheets loose from the mattress while letting out a short yelp. I worked my fingers in. We freshened up and changed clothes to have a comfortable sleep. She was wearing only bra and boxers while I was wearing only a jockey. We were very tired. We kissed each other on the lips for sometime and then said ‘Goodnight’ (although it was afternoon) and went to sleep in each others arms.We woke up at 4 pm. We both then wore t-shirts and half-pants and decided to take a walk around the resort. It was beautiful. A huge garden, a large swimming pool and an entrance to a lonely beach. I. The bar owner was tall and black and sounded intimidating when he said, "Your woman says she promised you several sexual favors, is that true? Tell these guys what she promised you." I admitted I had asked her to go to a topless at the beach next time we go. He said, "and did you ask her to try sex with some of your friends?" I could not believe she told him but i admitted it. He said, "Man, what are you waiting for, tell her it is okay to start now and let her show us her tits. Let us.