Throwing open the door, you growl, “What the fuck do you want?” "Are you Signor Fellington?” the man asks with a thick Italian accent. “Yeah,�...� you answer with belligerence, for being rudely awaken from your dream. “Signora Singleano requests that you wear this to the ball tonight so that she may recognize you as her guest of honor,” the man said. He hands you the package, bows and leaves. It is a large black box, wrapped in a red bow with a note attached with your name scrawled in a flowing. My chest tightens and my cock throbs at this sign of your passion and need. It has been too long for both of us. I slip my fingers around and between your pussy lips, and you moan a little. I draw you towards the bed, and lie down beside you, my fingers stirring your honeypot, one arm holding you. I tenderly look into your eyes. Then my lips go back to your breasts, and I continue to play in and around your cunt, gently visiting your clit until your hips start moving up and towards me, eager to. “I’m Al.” He said taking Sandy’s hand enthusiastically. “Let me show you around.” He added as he took Judy’s hand. His disarming smile and his gaze into her eyes made her heart flutter. He was handsome and he was blatantly sexual. His eyes had already stripped her naked and they were now feasting on her voluptuousness; all that in just a moment’s gaze. Al had left her no doubt that he would have her knickers off in the blink of an eye if he could. Judy was left wondering whether or not she. Already I could see this was not a club aimed at teenagers, but rather at a slightly older clientele.The barman smiled brightly as I ordered a large gin and tonic, and pouring it in a very theatrical way said, "Welcome to Eros sir, I do hope you find what you are looking for."I thought that was rather a strange comment, but shrugged it off. Walking toward an empty table I spotted the attractive woman from my hotel. She was sitting alone in a small side booth absent-mindedly running a finger.