Theirs was more than two miles from any other habitation. It was huge and breathtaking, spectacularly furnished, and located on their own private pear...l of a beach. There was a whole staff of servants and cooks assigned to their villa alone, but the layout was cleverly designed so that only the Guest Services Officer assigned to them would have any contact with them. He would deal with the rest of the staff. They would have complete privacy in unparalleled luxury.The Guest Services Officer was a. I felt her soft pussy hairs under my fingers and went right for her clit. I rubbed her clit and felt it respond to my touch. The snoring continued. How could she sleep through this? If someone touched my cock, which was now very hard, in the middle of the night, I would wake up immediately! My fingers continued on and down until I parted her labia and felt the wetness of her pussy. Finally, some evidence of a response! My fingers explored her wet pussy searching for a spot that would elicit. I’ll just leave it on the shelf until you get back. I just need to find a cork.”“Actually,” said Sara, biting her lip. “Can I see it? Up close? It’s really pretty.” She looked into his eyes. She stuck out her chest ever so slightly.“Sure,” he said, eyes darting down and then up. He brought the tube closer to her. “See the swirls in it? That’s the different ingredients that don’t quite blend together.”Their faces were less than a foot apart, separated by the small glass tube.She looked at him. “Milady, I saw him going towards the front of the train. But that was sometime before we left. I thought he must have returned.”“Well,” said Hermione, “There’s nothing we can do until the train stops. We’ll have the train searched, and if he isn’t on it, we’ll have to go back. Either way he’d better have a good excuse.”“Perhaps the Comte has kidnapped him,” Susan suggested.“More likely some damned woman!” Hermione snapped, clearly not happy.At the end of his recounting the story of the recent.