The lotion felt good as Brian’s fingers rubbed up and down my crack, brushing my tight asshole. With each pass from my taint to the top of my crack,...I got harder and more excited. And with each pass, Brian seemed to linger longer on my asshole, sometimes even gently so that I could feel the tip of his finger penetrate my hole ever so slightly.Then Brian stood over me again and lowered himself back onto me. Now his hard penis slipped smoothly between my crack, and he built up speed as he gyrated. I waved as I passed the cafe on the square.Back in my room I called the desk to tell Ada's niece that I was alive and headed to the shower. "I tried to call your room but you must have already gone out for your run. God I wish I had that kind of discipline," she said to me."Not sure that running alone in the dark isn't more about stupidity, than anything else," I said with a smile she probably could hear. "Well I got to go take it easy hon."I hadn't stripped for my shower, but of course I did. Michele stepped into a pair of red boy-leg satin panties and then pulledon a matching bra. Unable to bring her breastforms with her on theroad, she stuffed the cups with balled up pantyhose; a poor substitutebut adequate for the task. Next she slid a cream coloured nylon half-slip up her legs, exhilarating in the sensuous feel of the slip againsther hosed legs, and adjusted it so that the hem rested about six inchesabove her knees.She didn't really need to wear the slip as a foundation. As you open the door, you were about to call out that you were homewhen you stop in your tracks, seeing this vision of pink satin, whitelace and leather restraints in front of you, squirming helplessly onthe floor. Quietly you sneak over, grabbing the keys to the handcuffsthat you find nearby, moving them out of my reach.All of a sudden, I feel a fingertip lightly brush against my leg,making me jump and squeal in surprise into the gag, trying to figureout what was going on since no one was.