"Relax." I kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I'm going to make sure you have a good time."What I did was reach down and grasp my penis like I was go...ng to beat off. That left an inch or so sticking out of my hand. That inch I pressed into her. My hand pressed against her mons, clitty included. Then I basically fucked my hand. By pressing forward I could feed her maybe a couple of inches, but no more. Those two inches didn't stress her out at all, probably because she'd had enough fingers in. Any problems with any of the guests I'm sure Arkela will be able to sort them out."Barbara continued after the scouts to their room, and overheard the receptionist muttering to himself, "Now lets get some paper towels and we'll rewind the security tape to get a better view of her."The room had four sets of bunk beds, eight cupboards and a door into the hostel and one straight out onto the snow that was set in floor to ceiling windows."Now that we're in our room, I'll put up the rules you'll be. "Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem." Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her there under my observation and am able to... well, a good American phrase might be, where I can privately bleed her mentally." You can count on it. We'll be there, Doctor."Alone once more, Paul poured himself a cognac and slumped into a chair. Christ, he wished that Francine had not left. His rod. She picked it up and gave an involuntary shudder as her hand grasped the black phallic object of pleasure; it was her good and faithful friend and had never let her down when she needed to confide her fantasies (which were frequently shared). She held it up and examined it closer, the realistic veins; the bulbous knob; the fat girth of its 10 inch length and she gave another tremble at the memories of laying back on her bed, covers off, her cotton nightie pulled up to bare her tits and this fat.