Of all the people that the house should be targeting, they chose Hattie. Sweet, innocent Hattie. She was no threat to anyone and never caused conflict... yet half the house was okay with getting rid of her. Gwen could admit that she could be overly emotional, but she did not think it was worth voting Hattie out over. Not when Jeremy’s rage and Quinn’s bitchy attitude remained in the house. ‘We have the numbers to get her out right here,’ admitted Jeremy. ‘Shouldn’t we spare her more difficulties. Do you?" I asked.She knelt in front of me and pulled down my zipper, slowly. Her hand went inside, her fingers probing. "I do wonder sometimes...if maybe...he'd still want to fuck me." She ran one finger down my cock, from tip to balls, before zipping me up again. "Do you think maybe he would?" She looked back, smiling coyly over her shoulder as she walked away. ~*~ "Well, how do I look?"I had forgotten all about the party until Linda reminded me. I crawled back into bed, snuggled down into the covers, and quickly fell back into my slumber. I had just drifted into my REM sleep, when I felt a cool hand on my arm and felt warm words whisper "Good morning, Dear" into my ear. For a moment or two, I would have sworn it was a dream. I was unsure just what was happening to me then I remembered I had agreed to let him come over.My stranger had appeared and was lying in my bed with me. It is a strange sensation to be sharing my bed with someone I. There were a few customers and a couple of waiters that all got a great view of my body. I couldn't have done a better job if I'd planned it.I'd taken the sarong off and Jon had taken his vest off as soon as we got back into the car, and when we arrived at Ses Salines Jon said that we were leaving ALL our clothes (except shoes) in the car. Just to make things worse, Jon parked the car at the back of the car park so we had to walk, naked, right through the car park before we got into the cover.