Personally I was on the second bed, trying not to wake up Christelle that was sleeping next to me, and hoping that Maria would come soon!After about h...lf an hour, we heard a shy knock on the door, it was her, I was sure of it.First she sat on the floor with the crowd, but ten minutes later she was complaining about back dolor… she hadn’t even finished her sentence that I asked her if she wanted a massage.She said, “Yes, of course” and climb on the bed with me, I sat, the back against the wall,. Whether his cum or another man’s cum he’d sucked from my pussy made no difference to him now. Despite knowing that my mouth was still cummy, without hesitation he pulled me up to lie on his chest as we kissed. We continued to kiss as he wrapped his arms around me to hold me tight enough to crush my tits against his chest. While we kissed, Jason was telling me how hard he was going to fuck my pussy once he was erect again. Pulling away to trail kisses down to his ear I whispered that he wasn't. She felt the wetness and so did he. As he tapped her bottom with the crop he spoke again to her. “After every stroke Sally I want you to count and say thank you Sir. Do you understand?” “Yes.” She replied. “Yes Sir!” He corrected. “Yes Sir.” She said. She could feel the crop against her bottom; resting there; laying there across her two rounded cheeks. She waited and waited. Waited for it to be lifted; waited for the inevitable strike against her flesh, but he held back. When it finally. But do I want it? How can it possibly be any better than this pocket existence, a blissful ignorance of nothing but an exotic city backdrop, a white room and my soft, sparkling, soulful saviour? She senses my hesitation and loving warmth becomes wistful fire in her eyes. She knows, oh yes, she knows. She has been there before. She loves me, she knows me, how I think, how I reason. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ she laughs. ‘You follow my lead. I need you back, damn it. Stubborn man.’ She is right. Of.