I stuck 3 fingers of my gloved and greased hand into her ass crack and probed for her anus. The minute I found it, I stuck 3 fingers in and felt the e...d of the cucumber right away. Erica yelped in pain as I intruded into her tightest orifice. She had felt my penis before on many occasions and fingers and toys of every description and now a cucumber. But the shock of the rapid entry of my hand into her bottom was too much. I had no choice but to stick my thumb into her butt as well. I couldnt. I see your posters up at Tower and they’ve got a life-size cut-out of you at the entrance to the Hard Rock down in the Village. I’d say you’ve made it, Billy.’ ‘Aw, jeez, I don’t know, ‘ he said in a self-deprecating tone that I couldn’t tell was sincere or mocking. ‘I owe it all to you, though. You were my muse, you were the one who inspired me and you were the one who pushed me back in the day.’ ‘Yeah, I guess,’ I said, trying hard to hold back the flood of emotion that was threatening to. Kirsty replied with a warm"hello" of her own and we headed into the hotel reception to book in.Kirsty had booked a double room for us, and despite us standing there inour male attire, the male receptionist checked us in without a secondglance. Maybe he was used to this or maybe he didn't care - a combinationof both probably.We headed off to our room, Kirsty leading the way - I would need muchmore guidance before the night was over. The room was basic butcomfortable - a double bed, television,. . ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But to get up and walk around, as if nothing had happened, seemed a violation of that sanctity. (Until then, my idea of sanctity had been maintaining the.