No - they’re interrupted

Flis doesn’t know what to say. She wants guidance from her ‘sir’, but the headphone is totally silent.

Just as the silence becomes uncomfortable (like being in the middle of a public park with a total stranger’s cock buried in her pussy and his finger tip wriggling in her arse wasn’t uncomfortable enough), she hears her ‘sir’s voice, but somehow it is deeper and louder… and closer… and to one side of her.

“What the hell is going on here Felicity?!” the voice asks gruffly, “do your parents realise you’re out here cavorting with boys in public?!”

Flis looks up in panic as James frantically rolls off her, fortunately having the foresight to grab the edge of the towel she is lying on and pull it over her body, hiding how her bikini bottoms are pulled to one side, and his own modesty as he tucks his rapidly shrivelling cock back into his shorts.

Flis feels a mixture of emptiness at the exit of James’ cock and his digit with a familiar flutter of desire as she sees her ‘sir’ standing above her, looking down sternly.

“Alright son, bugger off.” He says with some force, sending James scrambling to his feet and back over to his friends, too panicked to express his disappointment at the sudden change of events.

‘Sir’ looks down at Flis as she rolls onto her side, using the towel to cover her whole body as she looks up at him, concern on her face until she sees him wink secretly to her.

“As for you Felicity…”