My arms were at my sides and as he wanked me his crotch was pressing against my hand, I could feel his erection, I couldn't help myself and began runn...ing my fingers along it's length. He looked at me saying 'You've made me so horny now i'll have to have a wank also. With his spare hand he unzipped himself and pulled out his nice fat circumcised hard cock. Grabbing my hand he forced it on to his hard cock, gripping hard I began wanking him. He was soon grunting telling me how good I was wanking. Red faced, I left the bottle standing and returned to inadequately filling myself with a couple fingers. But the entire time I stared at that shampoo bottle. No one was home; no one need know what I was doing. My fingers just weren't enough. Finally, I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and grasped the bottle, pushing it up into my hole. The top slid in easily. The cap was about the width of my two fingers, but not nearly as long. I pressed harder , 'til the the slope of the bottle was snug. I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly the same. At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there was not much to do but go back to the hotel about. ’ Having greeted Anna he proceeded, ‘And how can my humble establishment be of service to Madame?’ Anna answered, ‘Well, I really came in for a perm.’ There was a stunned silence. Then Francois, swelling with indignation, squeaked with righteous protest, ‘A perm? A perm! Madame, this is not a suburban hairdressers. Maison Francois is the house of female elegance. It is the place where the full beauty of womankind is drawn out from within the soul, to be revealed to the world. If Madame requires.