When the movie ended, and the second one began, Tom looked over and us and whispered, "You guys want to come to our room? We brought an eighteen year old bottle of Glenfiddich."
Max and I looked at each other. I waited for Max to make the final determination. He stood up and hauled me up with him. Tom helped Ann up and together, we made our way out of the basement. As we passed a mounted rack of whips and riding crops, Tom grabbed a flogger from the wall before we made our way upstairs. We followed them for a couple of doors down the hall before Tom dug the room key from his pocket and opened the door. The men let us enter first. Their room was bigger than ours. Ann slowly sashayed to open the French door and a rush of humid tropical air flowed into the chilled air conditioned room. Ann stripped her sleep shirt over her head and let it fall to the ground as she stepped out topless into the night shrouded terrace. One had to admire her perfect little butt in her quirky men's underwear. I certainly did.
I sat on the bed's edge as Tom tossed the black leather flogger onto the bed covers before reaching for the bottle of single malt scotch whiskey on the dresser. He poured us all shots. Ann returned to the bedroom where she accepted a glass of whiskey from her husband. He handed Max a glass. Tom had a horny look in his eyes which Max picked up right away.
Max said, "Bro, I'm strictly hetero."
"Me too," replied Tom, his voice heavy with lust. "But the girls don't have be."
Ann looked at me with those big blue eyes and sexy baby bow lips. She was down for anything. I felt myself blushing as we all raised our glasses in a toast. I sipped my drink. Its smoothness burned as it went down my throat. With my drink in hand, I scooted back to lean against the headboard. Tom picked up the flogger he had tossed on the bed. He handed it to Max who looked both confused and intrigued.
