Which was why, when Cypress realized that she was laying—practically naked, as far as she was concerned—in Avery Bachman’s bed, and she was now,...by the law of the Djinn, his genie, she started to scream. It wasn’t her brightest idea. Or perhaps it was, depending upon how you looked at it. It was somewhat unfortunate, because Avery pounced on her as soon as she started to scream and pinned her down, covering her mouth with his hand. It was fortunate, however, because of course she’d just been. She wore a turquoise bikini that showed off her blue-hazel eyes. The brief bikini was much too pricey, but, as Anna said, they had earned it. There was no mistaking Anna’s Italian and Irish roots. She was also on the short side, but her legs went on for ever, as John liked to point out. She had a year round deep tan from her Italian side and a streak of temper that matched her Irish ancestors. She had a wild mass of curly black hair and dark eyes to match. She’d chosen a basic black bikini…. He used both hands to examine my pussy, opening the lips apart and peering in. I was a tingle with anticipation but what he was doing was not doing what I wanted. “You are so wet; you’re just running with juice,” he said as he continued his examination. He added, “Wonder how it tastes.” His tongue lapped like a dogs tongue with several quick strokes. “Mm…mm…mmm…that’s good,” he said before diving in. What the girls in the movie had said about enjoying pussy licking does not even begin. " Before I could say anything further the door opened and three people entered. The first man through the door was obviously a British policeman. A man and a woman wearing discreet business suits followed him in."Who the hell are you and what do you want?" I demanded. "Willy, call the front desk and have security come up here." We wouldn't wish to do that, would we?" the Englishman said."Bobbie, start screaming as loud as you can." I told her and barreled the wheel chair across the room. I hit.