Last chapter, thanks all.
The chaps were even more pleased to see Ron than he was to see them. He first saw Ibrahim leading them out of departures. Yousef was right behind him, then Ibrahim 2 and the others. It had been another early morning flight, but that hadn't stopped them drinking.
'Ronaldinho!' said Ibrahim. Soon they started chanting "Ronaldinho" at him. They started hugging him, one by one. Ron thought, from the smell of their breath, that they'd been drinking whiskey. Mo seemed to have got the glitter off of his face. He also seemed to have put on weight.
'We go to the same place,' said Ibrahim, in the minivan. He was in the passenger seat next to Ron.
'Yes. In Kensington,' said Ron.
'It is very nice house,' said Ibrahim.
'It certainly is. When I've taken you there, I'm going to get a couple of the girls and bring them over,' said Ron.
'Katie's girls?' asked Ibrahim.
'Yes. Layla and Vicky,' said Ron.
'This is good,' said Ibrahim.
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Ron had forgotten how much he liked the square where the house was. Last time he'd told himself he would come back when the chaps had gone and just sit in the square amongst the trees, reading. He thought it was a beautiful place. There was plenty of shade, but the bright sunlight made the grass and greenery look lush and lovely. It felt like an oasis to him, which he supposed was apt.
Layla had gone to their place to meet Vicky. Ron picked them up and brought them back to Kensington. The chaps were pleased to see them. Ron only just managed to introduce them both before Faisal took Vicky by the hand and the two of them headed up the stairs. Ron had to call to him and remind him that no doors could be all the way closed.
A few of the chaps were visibly tired; Yousef and Ibrahim 2 headed off to their bedrooms. Vicky sat on Mo's lap in the front room. Ibrahim sat and chatted with them. Ron went to use the toilet. When he came back, the straps on Vicky's dress had been unhooked and it had been pulled down to expose her breasts. Mo casually fondled them as they chatted about their flight and about the difference in temperature between London and Riyadh. Before long, the three of them headed upstairs.
Ahmed and another of the chaps, who Ron remembered could not speak English, sat in the kitchen. Ron had found them glasses and they finished off the last remains of a bottle of whiskey. They seemed to have no trouble drinking the whiskey neat. Soon they both went upstairs themselves. Ron sat in the living room and read a new book, about the Vietnam War. Katie rang to see if everything was ok. Ron told her that the chaps had arrived, and that Vicky and Layla were there entertaining them. When he got off the phone, he thought he'd better have a quick look upstairs.
Vicky and Layla were together in a room. Only Ibrahim was with them. Layla wore her strap-on dildo and was sodomising Vicky with it. Vicky lay on her front and Layla lay on top of her. Layla sodomised Vicky gently and intimately. Vicky moaned with pleasure as she did. As Ron watched, Vicky closed her eyes and started to moan louder, then came. It looked like a good one.
Ron went down and read some more. He liked his book; it was about an engagement in the Vietnam War. There was something about the way the authors' wrote, Ron couldn't seem to put the book down. When he went back up, Ibrahim was sodomising Layla, as she sodomised Vicky.
People started emerging from their rooms in the afternoon. Layla and Vicky ended up in separate rooms. They both seemed to be having a lot of anal sex and Ron wondered if Layla was in pain.
Katie called, mid-afternoon, because there'd been a change of plan. The chaps had seen Layla with her strap-on, and they'd realised she could use it on them. Now Layla was going to be there for their whole trip. Katie wanted Ron to get Marie and bring her over. Before he left to get her, he went upstairs and spoke to Layla. He asked her to stay in one room. There were spare rooms in the house; Ibrahim said she could stay in one of them.
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Marie wore a royal blue dress which exposed a lot of her legs and a lot of her bust. Ron picked her up from Layla's hotel. He got the nervous sensation the instant he saw her, the tight feeling around his body. She kissed him when she got in the car. She still gently pulled his face towards her mouth, every time they met, and kissed his cheek. Ron loved it when she did it.
'Afternoon' said Marie.
'Afternoon. You look gorgeous,' said Ron.
'So do you. Is that a new suit?' asked Marie.
'It is. I splashed out a bit,' said Ron.
'God you look good. How's Emma?' asked Marie.
'She's great,' said Ron.
'Is she with the Arabs now? I had an amazing time with her the other day,' said Marie.
'No, it's Vicky and Layla,' said Ron.
'Oh ok,' said Marie.
'Marie, how are you? I've been wondering whether you've been alright or not,' said Ron.
Marie touched his arm tenderly.
'I know. Thanks for caring about me. I am completely ok. In fact, I'm better than ok. In work, I had a three thousand word essay, a twenty-five thousand word dissertation to do, and case notes and assessments to write up, and the thing with the doctor was going on, then the thing with you, and I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Now all that work's done, and the thing with the doctor is well and truly fucking gone, I can tell you. I feel amazing. I feel so much better, I really do,' said Marie.
'I'm glad,' said Ron.