That old feeling rocked me back on my heels, so to speak. The time-warp syndrome returned; where I was two stepping to the beat of an unseen Zydecko band, unable to stop my gyrations and spinning crazily along a shard of a broken whiskey bottle glass, either side bordered by a bottomless but not empty pit of blackness. Not empty because something or things inhabited that blackness, waiting patiently for some foolish person to topple off the sheer edge and become their next meal.

The bedroom spun and I tried to regain my footing, return myself to the reality I had temporarily departed. I screamed my lovers name in my present state, suddenly realizing my lover was now my wife. Where are you, my love, my mouth screamed silently into the dark pit? Why have you abandoned me in my hour of need?

I came back to reality in my hotel suite in Madrid. Gretchen, Ronnie's sister stood at the foot of the bed with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Got your hands full, pard?"

"Kinda," I mumbled focusing in on the three nymphets sprawled across the big king sized bed. Haylie the twelve-year old lay next to me while her older thirteen-year old sister Natalie lay alongside Ronnie, both wet with the sweat from their recent lesbian tryst.

"Looks like you could use rescuing from some Calvary, especially if I want to get my cunt wet from that sword you're packing."

"Yes Maam, any ideas?"

"How about the Mid East rat pack gang. Can you stomach them giving you a hand?"

"A hand? I need about three feet of hard cock, not a hand, my dear."

"Point taken. I happen to know their room number and also happen to know they are in. Give me five." She stepped from the bedroom into the living area and I heard her on the phone. A few minutes later she came back in grinning, slipping her blouse over her head exposing a beautiful set of full tits, the tips looking like hard erasers. "They will be down in ten minutes. Can you occupy the four of us until then?'

......(cont)