Dermott sighed. "I suppose we should get dressed, shouldn't we?" A warm thread of laughter hovered just under the surface of his tone. "Unless you don't care about shocking the staff."

I stretched and reluctantly slid up and off his lap, standing on wobbly knees to pull my dress down over my slick pussy.

"Lavatory's through here." Dermott stood, kicking his trousers from around his ankles as he did. Sure enough, one door in the back wall led to the biggest bathroom I'd ...