.. you said it. Ok, I know what you mean, Georges ... I ... god ... fine...”“I just ... uh ... wanted you to know ... like ... it was important th...t you knew I felt that way...”Juliana nodded to where the fence had been broken and led them through the gap. She found a small area with foot-high grass and sat down, her skirt bunched around her thighs. Logan sat beside her, Georges a couple of feet away.“Look ... I don’t know what to say, Georges, ok? Logan ... I really like what we did, right?. I guess I am just embarrassed a little.”“Don’t be, enjoy yourself. It’s only us, no one will ever know we were here.” I told her.A few dances later and our hostess came back to the table. She informed me that our room was ready and to follow her. Jen looked at me puzzled but I reassured her this was part of her birthday. We followed her to one of the rooms upstairs reserved for private entertainment. This time, we were given the room across from the one I had been in last year. As soon as I. I decided to get a few postcards to send home to Jack, Donald and Pete, I sat in the hotel lounge and quickly wrote them out before posting them and going back up to our suite.They weren’t there, but I grinned, and my cock jerked when I saw two tiny thongs hanging on the handle of the bedroom door, the little minxes had gone to bed together.I opened the door slowly and watched as they kissed each other sensuously with only their bottom halves covered by a single cotton sheet.“Is this a private. I could feel the sweat gathering on my brow, the pounding was intoxicating.As quick as he started he suddenly pulled out "arghh" the sudden retraction of fist giving its own sensation. I only heard him return to his normal standing poise, my breathe trying to catch itself, my vision if possible trying to focus into the blindfold feeling my fluid sticky and thick on my cunt and upper thighs.I hear some rustling and movement "crack!" My back reflexes down as my mouth cries out: My master now.