Upon waking up to an alarm, Graham couldn't help but kiss Georgia's forehead.
"Evening gorgeous," he whispered, "fancy having a shower together?"
Her eyes blurry, Georgia looked up at this genuinely innocent man and was happy she'd met him first, before the inevitable corruption.
"I thought you wanted to put my cock between my cheeks?" She teased, moving onto her side and jiggling her voluptuous ass.
"I'd love to, but if I do, I'll want to fuck you again, and seeing as I haven't eaten since the plane food I barely have the energy. But I promise," he declared, "before we leave this hotel before the study ends, I'll do just that, and while I'm there I might as well fuck your ass properly. Sound good?"
Still dozy and dazed, Georgia rolled her eyes, keen on the plan but not willing to be strung along. "As long as you don't get distracted by more beautiful women during that time, sure," she answered casually.
"I can't imagine that would be possible," Graham said with a smile, causing Georgia's heart to melt, because she knew that, when he said it, he meant it.
After showering together and washing each other, they dressed and headed to reception, where Georgia grabbed her room key, but got permission to leave her suitcase behind the desk until after dinner.
Heading into the dining room, there seemed to be a commotion, with people lining up at the entrance. Sneaking through, Georgia's hand tightly held in his, Graham soon discovered why this was, and could understand why there was a commotion.
Just at the entrance to the dining room, five foot six Rayne had apparently just randomly bent a large black woman over a dining table, and was now fucking her with no consideration for the environment, having thrown his own clothes on the floor, yet appeared to have only lifted the woman's skirt and lowered her underwear.
Graham stood motionless for a few moments, before shrugging his shoulders and heading towards an empty table, Georgia following closely after.
"Excuse me, sir," one of the waitresses ran up to him, "you need to join the queue."
"My partner and I will be taking this table thank you," Graham said pleasantly, "and could we please have the wine menu? I enjoy something fuller-bodied," he said with a wink to Georgia, although looking over to where Rayne was still porking the very large woman, he added, "but not too much body."
Aware she was caught in a bind, the waitress nodded and walked off to fetch menus, avoiding the ongoing ruckus as she did so. Shaking his head, Graham was concerned that he would start accepting this sort of behaviour as normal by the end of the week. Maybe it would be worth having a quiet word with Rayne, or if that failed, perhaps even gathering the remaining eight men together and privately insisting he toned it down, although that was assuming Rayne was one of a kind.
As the waitress returned with the menus, it seemed like Rayne was done with his woman, pulling out to reveal a fairly lengthy but slim cock, he finished himself off over her generous buttocks, the thick white semen contrasting against her dark brown skin. Not even waiting until she'd gained her breath, Rayne picked up his clothing and walked off without even offering his companion a basic farewell, and it was some minutes before she gathered either the breath or the courage to re-sort her clothing and walk out of the restaurant, whereupon Georgia and Graham had ordered their meals and an Australian Shiraz. Many eyes followed her as she left, in the same way they had with Rayne, although the mood appeared more sympathetic with the poor woman, while Rayne had left in a thick cloud of mutterings, not that he seemed to give a damn.
As they left the atmosphere immediately grew less tense, although the separate arrivals of two more men, both of whom were unfamiliar to Graham, caused minor kerfuffles, likely by those worried they would be the next victim of a public display, although one arrived with a lady already in-tow, the two seeming as smitten as Graham and Georgia, neither of who paid much attention to either arrival, still so focused were they on the other, talk having moved onto their childhoods, and discussions over how they wanted their lives to be in the future, with both pleased by the similarities.
Things went well up until dessert, where halfway through her Baked Alaska an older woman in a white coat came up to Georgia, where they had a whispered conversation, Graham unable to pick anything up due to the background noise. As the older lady left, Georgia looked embarrassed.
"I'm going to have to leave after I've finished this," she pointed at her food. "That was my direct boss, and she was letting me know I have several work tasks to complete, so I likely won't be free for the next few days."
"Surely you could come up to the room when you're finished?" Graham asked, his mouth full of apple pie.
Georgia looked uncomfortable as she considered her answer. "It was suggested that I should give you some space, in case my presence was interfering with your behaviour."
"Surely those instructions are in effect interference?" Graham considered thoughtfully. "What if I just tell her she has to let you go? That's within the confines of the instructions I was given. In fact, me saying that you have to stay with me for the whole week is also permittable." Studying her face, Graham sensed there was something he hadn't been told. "Unless there's something I don't know or haven't considered."
Squirming in her seat, Georgia was practically answering the question but seemed unable to go into detail. "Look, you've already told me you'll spend time with me towards the end of the week. I also have no claim on you greater than anyone else, nor do I just belong to you, so it wouldn't hurt for you to spend some time exploring and experimenting." Finishing the last of her Baked Alaska, she started preparing to leave, intentionally not looking straight at him.
Feeling upset, Graham buried his instant wish to cause a scene, aware that she seemed just as unhappy with the decision as he did.
"Okay," he spoke softly, placing his hand on hers, "I partly understand that, and I recognise that things aren't black and white. However, and I want to make this clear," he spoke just for Georgia, his voice low and direct, "should neither I nor you gain feelings for anyone else in the time that we have left, I expect you in my suite on our last night. And," he added, "if or when I have any nights alone in my room, I insist that you join me. Oh, and tell your boss I said she needed to organise your non-working hours to give us a good many hours together."
Her smile was thin and pale as Georgia shrugged at these demands, "You're assuming that I want to," she said, a slight wobble to her voice.
"According to the studies rules," Graham said as he sniffed the wine's bouquet once more, "that doesn't matter. And if your boss refuses, she must leave the study."
Shaking her head, Georgia kissed Graham gently on the forehead. "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" She spoke softly but warmly, her smile now fuller and more honest.
"They made the rules," he replied, a smile in his eyes, "I'm just following them."
