The dancing after themeal was another experience I shall never forget. I was obviously thecentre of attention ? what bride is not on her wedding day? ...? and manymen asked me to dance as well as women. In fact on one occasion whenthe hotel DJ put in a waltz for the sake of our older guests I wasimmediately seized upon by one of Emma?s male cousins and steered mostexpertly around the floor. He held me as he would any girl and assuredme that I was a far better dancer than Emma. He told me I was. She pulled away and I quickly deep-throated his cock, getting the last of his cum. Laura and I shared his cum in a deep passionate kiss. She then started rubbing my hard cock and said, “I wanna see you fuck his ass now.”I pulled myself up between his legs and started pushing into him. He was only half conscious from the orgasm he had just had. I was able to thrust myself into him but man was his ass tight. When I pushed all the way in his eyes shot open and his body tensed. Laura massaged his. This meant that number Nine, a reasonably attractive, dark-haired woman in her late twenties, shared his sleeping quarters. Each had a separate bed, but no accommodations for privacy were made."I guess we're roommates." Will said, extending his hand. "I'm..." Prototype Ten." She said, saving him from the faux pas of telling her his name as she returned his handshake with a firm grip that stopped just short of being painful. "Wondered when you'd get here. I'm Nine. Some set-up, huh?" Yeah, I. As I went, I pondered on the change of gardener. To my mind, the move was premature, as it might link Frobisher’s departure with the gardener’s departure. She may have left, but nothing should have been done about disturbing her reporting link. That could have waited a week or so. For that matter, I might have been able to pass on information about Dawes to the gardener, whom I had confidently presumed to be a policeman.I thought I had finished with the car matter for today, but Jones found me.