In a move that could only be called ‘caveman’, Patrick pulls me close once again before shaking Marc’s hand goodnight. Marc gives a little laugh...and just shakes his head at the obvious message being passed on to him. I’m a little surprised by Patrick’s possessiveness, but I can’t deny that it makes me love him even more. The last ‘goodnights’ are shared while Vanessa and I exchange phone numbers. We’re finally out the door and walking back to the car when Patrick guides me into the recessed. She was in deep sleep. I shook her to make sure she is asleep. No response from her. I went near her and smelled her. She has a habit of taking bath before sleeping so she smelled like a flower with both of sweat mixed. My dick was hard like never before. My heart is beating rapidly. I unzipped her gown slowly but she wore bra inside. I could see only her cleavage but that wasn’t enough for me. Also I was afraid that I might wake her.I slowly grabbed her hand and kept my cock and made her. “This isn’t my bag.” For a few brief moments I considered abandoning my luggage and just going without for the festival, replacing everything later. The festival was clothing-optional; there isn’t a lot I strictly had to have. Giving up that dream, I faced the long, expensive trek back to the airport and back to the camp ground. The driver was happy to tell me of the plans he’d already had to cancel to pick me up. He wasn’t upset, we were both commiserating in our misery.Eventually I got to. She had put on a 'playboy bunny' swimsuit, black colour with white trimmings and fishnet stockings and bunny ears. She dimmed the lights and removed a cake which was sitting in one corner, lit the candles and brought the cake to me while singing 'Happy Birthday' song."Blow the candles and make a wish, Sir" And I blew the candles."Would you like me to feed you the cake, sir?" Sure. I would like to eat them off you, Kitty." Off my breasts? You are so naughty." No. Off your pussy. Now strip for me.