His name was Greg. There was a huge feather bed and a stone fireplace in the bedroom. Greg built a fire and suggested that we take a warm shower. I sa...d yes, enthusiastically. I would let him lead me anywhere, he was so hot. We took our shoes off and stepped into the shower, otherwise still in our soaking wet clothes. Greg put his trong arms around me and kissed me as the water rained over us. I could feel his hardness pressing against mine. Slowly, we began to undress each other. I waited to. I was picking up speed now and my talking was sending him over the edge. I can tell when the time is right to go to the next level and this was it. In no time l was cumming really hard and he was shooting his nice load of warm liquid into me. We layed in that position panting for a few minutes and then he raised my head and held it between his hands and kissed me very deeply and lovingly. " This was the ice breaker, so to speak and we can talk about this another time, OK" Ok. He tried to get upright, but couldn'tand wiggled around on the bed until he finally found the keys; heunlocked each padlock in turn and stretched out on the bed to soothe his troubled muscles. He took off the gag and mask but left the bondageshoes on. He was still turned on and had the hoots as he went into thebathroom to go and shave. As he was shaving, he thought about laser hairremoval. He really didn't want to have to shave his beard anymore.As he got back into his man clothes, he decided. Later, we all went to our beds and he made me very happy. I think I did him.In the morning, we woke up happy. We showered together and then dressed. We were informal and had our pistols buckled at our backs. We would change clothes after lunch for the wedding.We walked around in the garden after breakfast. I noticed another couple there, also. Mo and Bert were walking closely. I thought that good. I also noticed that both were wearing pistols. That confirmed to me that Bert had serious.