That’s why I’m very worried about calling attention to us. Like you, I have some possibilities that need looking into.”“We had better get goin... Justin, we don’t want Simon on our arses.”We took our leave and Ymir drove us back to get our gear. As soon as we entered the room we had used, I stopped. “Someone has searched our belongings,” I told Justin.“Sweetie, if they like handling my dirty jocks then good luck to them,” Justin replied.“We will have to check those suits before we wear them. But back then I was naive, thinking this was enough. I decided to take a more direct approach so I pulled his boxers down. Weird that this was the first time I saw his cock up close. I had seen it of course, touched and felt it, but never from two inches away. It had a strong scent but I didn't mind. Instantly I started touching and rubbing him, finally getting the reaction I was hoping for. Slowly but surely it rose to the size I knew it best, 7 inches of concentrated fun. I knew he wasn't. "Thank you." I replied, noticing that the hand hadn't left my knee and now was stroking it gently.I didn't know what to do about that. I had that sense of déjà vu and a sense of helplessness as well. I really didn't have much 'self' about me when she was around and in my head, part of me was yelling at the top of its lungs for it to stop. It was kind of foggy though and whilst I could hear it, I was powerless to act upon it. I tried to picture Verity and just like before, the image kept. She set the spare margarita in the service bar refrigerator and the other on a shelf next to the steaming tub. She slipped off her silk robe and hung it on the knob on the bathroom door and then stepped into the water. Her hands cupped her breasts as she stood in the clouds of suds. With her eyes closed she could feel the perfume, not just smell it. She inhaled again—deeper. Her nipples stiffened in her hands; she indulged herself in pinching them. It felt good. Her hands drifted down to the.