At the end of the corridor outside our room was a small lounge area with a few comfortable chairs and a table. Luckily the snooker room was empty. Xxnx This time the look of pleasure on my face wasn’t posed. We went for a short walk through some stunning scenery before returning to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Suddenly the row of snooker cues looked very inviting. I was turning myself on in the process. “Shall we have brandy in our room,” he asked with a glint in his eye. As I climbed off the table I began to realise that something surprising was happening. The sound of footsteps in the corridor prevented me from consummating my relationship with the snooker cue, but I was too far advanced to stop now, so I quickly headed for the ladies room.
