The last port of call was the toilet. This contained not only the toilet, but a hand basin and a curious looking device that I didn’t recognise. I a...sked Cleo what it was and she grinned and said, “It’s called a ‘bidet’. Ladies use it to remove unwanted…er…fluids from their private parts.” I decided to make no comment. We made our way back down the passage and as we passed my room Cleo said, “By the way, the old lady who owned the place last died in that bed you’ll be using. I got the place a. .. game? What’s your angle?” Crowley’s crisp English accent couldn’t hide his suspicion and fear of me.I was a lone wolf, so to speak. A rogue, a renegade. I was a free agent, operating with my crew according to my own damn rules, and with no chain of command to restrain. There was no handbook, no book of regulations, no disciplinary process to bring me to heel. The only ones guiding me were the Muses, and they answered to far greater Deities than any in this particular dimension. A lot greater. Starbursts of lights were exploding on my closed eyelids like fireworks bursting overhear on the Fourth of July. Reaching down between us, I guided his cock between my bloated, inflamed pussy lips. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him all the way inside me in one mighty thrust. I had never felt so filled by any man since the night I lost my cherry to my brother in the back of his old pick up truck. I felt like I was being ripped apart but it felt heavenly. Slowly Bob started moving. The lady of this story is “Mini” (name changed), wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I guess she was around 25 years of age. She was very fair, slim but had healthy curves, black hairs tied with clutter, and a tattoo on her forearm. I was stunned to see the beauty. I woke up and asked her, “Do you need any help?”Mini: My ticket is still on ‘waiting list’, and I don’t have any seat. Would you mind if I sit here for some time?Me: Of course not, you can sit here as long as you want.Mini: Thank.