He has a change of plans, he wants to see Felicity and Nicole together

“I’ve still every intention to fuck her” he begins before stopping again. His hands that had been caressing her waist suddenly become more adventurous, sliding up her sides, around to cup her small breasts, pull her softly back against him, reminding her again of the hardness in his trousers as it presses into her further.

There’s a strange silence in the room as they all wait for him to talk, as if he had now become the de facto leader of this strange little quartet. Felicity’s eyes flick from Mrs Hendry, sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking confident, relaxed, savouring the moment, then on to the young cloakroom attendant, kneeling beside the bed, no longer looking quite so startled or afraid of possible consequences, but also clearly like Felicity, feeling unable to contribute, instead waiting for the “adults” to make a decision.

There’s an exchange to smiles between Felicity and Nicole, as if trying to reassure each other, both knowing deep down that they are perfectly safe, and yet both knowing they are here as the playthings of the two older occupants of the room.

“Do you know what?” his voice almost makes Felicity jump as he breaks the silence, “young Nicole there seemed to know just what she was doing between your thighs, maybe we should let her demonstrate it once more on Felicity.”

“What!” Felicity and Nicole both seem to show their surprise in unison, both looking at each other as he makes his suggestion. But Felicity somehow knows it isn’t really a suggestion, because suggestions are there to be discussed and a decision to then be made. She knows somehow that this man doesn’t make suggestions but declarations, and when he says something, he knows it is going to happen.

“Oh what a wonderful idea, our two young playthings can perform for us” Mrs Hendry’s voice is full of agreement and excitement at the idea. “Two young things for us to watch. Anthony, you are a very very bad man” she laughs.

“Let’s get this one ready” he whispers into Felicity’s ear as she feels his hands move again. Suddenly they are on the small zip of her dress, releasing it, the dress instantly loosening around her torso, and with deft little flicks of the straps on her shoulders, it is falling over her body, bunching at her waist, ready to be eased over her hips whenever he pleases.