He does.

I heard a glass hit the bar. I peered down my glass and saw Michael wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I had lost. I finished my drink and place it next to his, a look of sheer delight in his eyes. "Let's get this over with" I mutter under my breath, "what room are you in?". Smiling, Michael says "315". You start to panic, you and {boyfriends_name) are next door in 316. This has gone from bad to worse. I remembered what Luke had said down at the pool and starting praying that he hadn't finished the last of his beer and was still on the sunbed. I say "let's go then", and take the lead with Michael behind me, no doubt staring at my ass as it swayed side to side with every step.

We get to the corridor and there's no sight of Luke, I move out of Michael's way so he can open the door, then follow him inside rather sheepishly. I walk into the centre of the room and hear to door lock behind me. Michael goes and sits in the armchair in the corner and says "Right, let's have you start on the bed urm, what did you say your name was again?". He sits back in the armchair, his eyes fixed on my body. "Molly" I tell him climbing onto the bed kneeling forward I reach back and undo the ties to my bikini top. The black fabric dropping off and onto the bed. My beautiful 32DD boobs hidden only by my hands. "Molly why don't you move your hands away so I can see those gorgeous tits of yours?" Michael says in a dominant tone. I slowly pulled my hands away exposing my boobs to a stranger I had known for less than half an hour.

"Mmm those babies were made for titty fucking, and your nipples are like little pink bullets" Michael said whilst unbuttoning his shorts. "I'm as hard as a rock and we've only just started!"