It. Up,' Tracey says unenthusiastically, trying to make Fionn feel better, as a good friend should, putting him in the lime-light. She cares about Fio...n a lot, he's fierce, theatrical and over-the-top, she cannot rely on him all the time, but he's straight with her (no pun intended).She gets home about 8pm, after too many cocktails, and thinks about making dinner, but resorts to eating a packet of Jaffa Cakes, followed by an evening-in of self-pitying television watching. What a fucking. The friction of her hand and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hips ground together, our hands rubbed at the others genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each others eyes. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my need for release. Angies breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm. I scrambled to free myself to no use. All I managed to accomplish was to allow my uncle to get my beach cover off and leave me on the floor in my bathing suit. I tried screaming at them telling them I was not some woman they had hired for the day but their daughter and niece. But with the music blasting and with all they had had to drink it was useless. I knew they were so drunk they where out of there minds. My father pushed me down face down on the floor. I squirmed under his hands and looked. ”“When will we see Marie?”“After I have made the arrangements,” she answered, again acting as if I wasn’t keeping up with her. “We’ll check into the hotel. While you relax, I’ll make the arrangements with the Queen.”After we were set up in the hotel, I found that Agnes was not staying in my room. “Why do we have separate rooms?”“Because in 1905, proper ladies and gentlemen didn’t stay in the same room unless they were married. I am supposed to be your secretary. I’ve ordered a suite with two.