Once back in the hotel, I started to relax somewhat, no longer convinced I was about to be arrested or grounded for eternity, though my excitement was...building. I was shortly to experience pornography first hand (if you’ll pardon the pun), and I practically floated up the narrow stairs to my small room at the rear of the hotel. Once inside my room, I divested myself of my coat and collapsed onto my small bed. My heart was now back up to jackhammer pace as I picked up the magazine and started to. Her head falls back, her passion-laden eyes staring up at my face. I lower my head to brush soft kisses over her lips. Her head follows mine when I pull away, trying to capture my lips. It’s all about the tease. The music changes, getting more aggressive. Our tempo picks up with the change in music. Our breath is coming faster, harsher. The music changes again, we’ve drifted towards the wall. I push her against it, covering her body with mine. My lips move over her neck, my teeth tug at her. Let me take a quick shower and then I'll get dressed for dinner. As she headed for the shower she dropped the robe and I saw that she had on a bikini that I had never seen before. The suit I had packed had been a one piece tank suit. Oh well, I thought, progress of sorts since she certainly looked sexy in it. I commented on the suit over dinner and Millie told me that she had bought it that afternoon."I felt so ridiculous being the only one at the pool in a one piece so I bought a two piece so. “I think she will find a way. She is desperate to be used by us again. It is her vocation. Or a part of it, at least. It would be a shame to prevent her.” * Before we fell asleep that night Natsuko had something important to say. “I want,” she said, “to have my breasts and navel and pussy pierced and fitted with rings and things the way those girls had.” “Oh, darling,” I said desperately, “I want you to have that too. But you know it’s impossible.” “Why is it impossible? If I want to go to.