#45795 - I retorted in anger. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun, we are all a long way from home, we need to live a little! What the hell possessed you to think you wanted this? I was struggling with my dress, I could not get it the right way round, the sleeves kept coming up inside out. He glared from the door to me, back again, then suddenly tightened his hold on my wrist and pulled me back to the spare bedroom, I made a show of struggling, but the excitement was flaring up, the night was getting interesting again! The spare room was like a drum to the sounds of the abused bed next door and a duet of moans, the sounds fanned my own desires and I made no resistance when John shoved me to fall back on the bed, scrambled up onto me and pinned down my wrists.