We exchange a brief embrace and a kiss as the door closes and locks. Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a ...hiff of aftershave catches your nose. Warm hands on waists, hotter lips. No urgency.Yet.We move closer together. Your hand slips under my shirt, fingers seeking a nipple to twist. Tongues probe gently. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only. . hoping to sit up, but the chain yanked her back and she chocked slightly. “Just another one to go” I said, maliciously, savouring every erotic noise she made. My cock was solid, but I paid no heed. Carefully, this time I circled the area, she shook her head from side to side and I kissed the nipple. I waited a few moments longer, watching her crying for me before letting the second clamp mash down onto the sensitive skin. Again she buckled against her will, thrashing- but the chain held her. He looked at the beach and saw two girls who were in small swim suits lying on a blanket. They seem to be fairly attractive but as he watched these girls he noticed two guys walk up and put down a blanket next to them. He thought that the girls were now taken so he looked to see where there might be other unattached females.Bob looked down at the pool saw that there were only three people there, an older couple and a single girl. The single girl was something. She was lying down on a lounge. ’ Mr. Rabin patted her back benevolently as he handed the key to her cuffs to a grinning man in uniform. Corporal Kuhdin was a dedicated young man. Proud of his uniform and his stripe. Proud, also, of a motley brand of English picked up whilst working on sundry freighters with their motley crews. He accepted delivery of his naked charge with a flourish. But not quite naked. Some unexplained motive of kindness of property had allowed her to wear Mike’s thoughtfully donated briefs. The same.