Glamorous hotels like this one have a reputation to maintain. They cannot be seen to allow inappropriate behaviour in their rooms, so the owners are always on the lookout for guests who look like they might misbehave. When it comes to what goes on behind the scenes however it's a different matter. The menial staff can expect to be stripped and examined at any time by the imperious women who run the place. Something that young Jordan Edgar is about to find out.

The four star boutique Hotel Crystal owes much of its success to its enviable location in the posh part of town. It's owners have worked hard to attract the 'right sort' of clientele and are fiercely protective of their standing.

Annette, Rebecca and Elizabeth are busy at work behind the reception desk. Their success has meant that they are almost always full and sometimes it can be a juggle to fit everyone in.

"The Sheikh is arriving this afternoon on business and wonders if we can accommodate him," says Annette to her bosses.

"Well if we move these two parties to the second floor, he can have his usual suite." Rebecca is keen to ensure they can satisfy one of their wealthiest clients. Her sister Elizabeth nods her approval.

In walks travelling sales rep Terry Butcher. 'This looks like a nice place!' He thinks to himself. All his costs go on his expense account so he always makes sure to book the best hotels. And while there makes sure he takes advantage of all their facilities.

Elizabeth notices the new arrival with interest. She's always a little suspicious of men staying on their own. Without their wives to keep an eye on them they have a tendency to act like over-sexed teenagers.

The women all smile as the man walks up to the counter and Rebecca offers a welcoming "hello."

Pleased to see such pretty women working at reception, Terry turns on the charm. "Hello ladies! I have a reservation in the name of Butcher. Terry Butcher. I hope you can - ahem - accommodate me."

Rebecca fixes a smile on her face and says through clenched teeth "of course sir, I'll just bring up your details." Elizabeth gives him a hard stare but he doesn't seem to notice.

"I requested a double room," he continues, "in case I bring back a guest for the night." It's always worth trying it on with girls like these - you never know your luck.

"Right you are sir," says Rebecca briskly - used to dealing with men like Terry and not at all fazed by their unsubtle flirtation.

"I take it you do room service? I might want to order some Champagne," he continues, thinking he might impress them and totally unaware that they own the place.

"Of course we do sir. Let me just get you checked in." Rebecca consults the computer.

"I'll put you in room 101 - perfect for a sophisticated gentleman like yourself," she says - giving him the smallest room in the hotel which backs onto a noisy nightclub - he'll probably not get a wink of sleep.

"Will that be cash or credit card?" She asks, tapping away on the keyboard.

"Company credit card," he replies - just as she'd expected. 18 Year old Jordan Edgar enters at that moment and approaches the counter nervously.

Elizabeth regards him coolly, wondering what he wants. He's not dressed smartly enough to be one of their customers. She hopes he's not going to try and sell her something or she'll give him a piece of her mind.

"Yes?" She questions abruptly. And for a moment he just stands their silently, intimidated by the fierce looking woman.

He's spent the last few days going from business to business trying to find work - but so far has had no luck. He thinks if someone would just give him a break then he could prove himself. He desperately wants to impress, but all he can come out with is "I'm looking for a job."

"Here is your key and a copy of hotel policies," says Rebecca, handing them to him.

"Policies?" Questions Terry - he's never come across this before.

"Oh just the usual dos and don'ts, hotel rules - that sort of thing. Nothing to worry about!" She knows he won't bother reading them - they never do.

"Have a nice stay!" She calls to his departing back as he makes for the lift. Meanwhile Elizabeth asks Jordan what sort of employment he's looking for.

"Oh anything really. I just want someone to give me a chance." He fixes her with his best smile hoping to win her over.

She merely looks him up and down calculatingly. Well - he might do to replace that useless boy they had to sack last week.

"This is a family business, run by my sister Rebecca and I along with our mother Margaret who's currently away on business," she explains.

"We are currently looking for a bell boy. The pay is £1.50 an hour. Are you interested?"

"I'm definitely interested! I'll do anything - anything at all," he can't believe that he might actually have found a job! Although something tells him he won't just be able to walk into it.

"You're in luck, I can spare a few minutes now. Come into the office and I'll see if you're what we're looking for."

Jordan meekly follows the confident woman as she opens the door to the back office.

He stands on the threshold nervously wondering what he can do to make her take him on.

"At Hotel Crystal we have very high standards," says Elizabeth as she leads him into the room.

"We place a great deal of importance on purity. Our staff are our ambassadors, they are the face of the business. They must act as we would act."

"You may not have impure thoughts and you may not bring any girl back to the hotel."

It seems a bit harsh to the young man, but he's desperate for a job and realises he'll have to agree to whatever terms they offer.

"And most important of all," she continues, "you may not abuse yourself while in our employ. It's a filthy habit and our cleaning staff are not paid to deal with your mess. Understood?"

"Er, OK. Of course. Whatever you say," he barely has time to respond before she carries on. "You look to be a similar size to our last bell boy which is an advantage ."

"Unfortunately he wasn't able to obey our rules so we had to let him go." Jordan gulps upon hearing her words. He'll just have to find a way to control himself - but it's not going to be easy for a lad with his sex drive.

"Yes, you look like exactly the same height and build. Hopefully you'll be able to exercise more self-control than he was."

"So we just need to make sure the uniform fits. We can't have you going around the place in an ill-fitting uniform - it would create completely the wrong impression."

"Take your clothes off and we can check now," she says matter-of-factly.

Jordan really doesn't want to get undressed in front of this frightening woman. He's very inexperienced around women and the idea of having to take his clothes off fills him with dread. Perhaps she'll let him take the uniform home and try it on there?

As if reading his mind Elizabeth interrupts his thoughts. "If you want this job you'll take your clothes off, right here, right now!"

Reluctantly he starts pulling his jumper off, aware of her eyes fixed on him.

"That's better," she says - pleased to see him obeying her. It's important to establish early on just who is in charge.

"Now your trousers," she says seeing him falter. He seems to be a bit slow, but she's sure she can soon knock him into shape.

He unbuttons his fly and starts to take his trousers down. It's cramped in the tiny office and he feels trapped. But he must grit his teeth and get it over with.

Elizabeth steps forward and looks him over as he does it. "Hmm," she says - estimating his measurements and comparing him to his predecessor.

He feels uncomfortable with her standing so close and examining his body. She tuts and he wonders if he's done something wrong.

"You're a little bigger in the crotch than the last boy," she says accusingly, "we might have to let the uniform out a bit."

He casts his jeans aside and stands up. The woman just stands there staring at him expectantly making him even more nervous. What does she want now?

"Well? What are you waiting for? Take your underpants off." Jordan's stomach flips. "We can't have you wearing those - they are most unsuitable. There is appropriate underwear with the uniform."

Jordan looks to see if she's joking, but her stern expression tells him she's serious. He gulps. Taking his jumper and trousers off was traumatic enough - he's not sure if he has the guts to strip totally naked.

"These. Off. Now." Her words are harsh and suggest it would be unwise to disobey her.

Despite his feelings of fear, he makes himself grasp the waistband of his underpants and start to slide them down.

It takes all his courage to continue. He's always been shy around women and feels increasingly vulnerable the more his privates are revealed.

Elizabeth continues her visual inspection of him, completely oblivious to the effect she's having on him. He tries protracting the task but she instructs him to hurry up.

Seconds later and his penis and testicles are exposed. He can feel the chilly air from the air conditioning on his backside and around his genitals. He's aware of the woman's eyes taking in every inch of his bare flesh.

He steps out of his underpants and puts them to one side - making sure they are within reach. He wonders why she hasn't got the uniform and passed him the underwear so he can cover himself up.

He stands before her apprehensively, covering his modesty. He can see a uniform on a hanger just behind her. Why doesn't she get it? Instead she just stands there looking him up and down silently. Suddenly she speaks making him jump. "OK, well now you're naked I can begin my inspection - make sure everything is as it should be."

Elizabeth Joyce is a very busy woman. Along with her mother and sister she owns and runs the hotel and there never seems to be enough hours in the day. Having to recruit a new bellboy is a chore she could do without. Nonetheless she won't accept Jordan until she has satisfied herself of his suitability. She will only take the very best and expects all her staff to be obedient and deferential.

"Come on now don't be shy," says Elizabeth sternly. She hasn't got time to waste and expects to see every part of Jordan's body before making a decision.

She roughly moves his hands aside so she can get a good look. Although very uncomfortable, Jordan daren't resist. He can tell from her manner that she's not a woman to be crossed.

He penis and testicles are now fully exposed and he can feel her gaze on him, evaluating every inch of his body.

"Turn around," she says - indicating with her finger, her eyes never leaving his crotch.

He shuffles round clumsily feeling very vulnerable in the chilly room. He hears Elizabeth muttering to herself and wonders what's going through her mind. Does he measure up?

"Not too bad," she comments, appraising his backside, "the uniform may be a little tight but not excessively so."

"It's vitally important that you look smart at all times," she explains, "yet at the same time we cannot have any unsightly bulges. That wouldn't do at all."

He turns back to face her and she leans in towards his groin increasing his discomfort. He stands there awkwardly, unsure what to do and wishing she wasn't so close.

"Around again," she instructs and he obeys instantly.

He really needs this job and hopes desperately that she doesn't find fault with him.

Elizabeth is always very thorough when examining potential members of staff. She keeps a sharp eye out for any signs of self-abuse - such behaviour won't be tolerated in her hotel.

'Well at least he seems to be able to follow simple commands, that's something,' she thinks to herself.

"Yes, well I suppose you'll do. There's nothing outwardly wrong with you and you look strong enough for tough manual work." Jordan is secretly delighted, but keeps himself in check. He doesn't want to risk upsetting her and having her change her mind.

"As mentioned, we provide you with a uniform. But you are expected to keep it clean and pressed at all times. Failure to do so will result in immediate dismissal." He eagerly promises that he'll take very good care of it.

Elizabeth walks over to the uniform and picks up the standard hotel issue underpants.

She proffers them to Jordan who takes them gratefully, glad that he'll be able to cover himself up at last.

Having his youthful body examined so closely was an agonising experience for him and he can't wait to get dressed again.

He slips the garment over his feet and wonders what it'll be like to work for this commanding woman. He's very intimidated by her and doesn't like the way she watches his every movement.

He pulls the pants right up and breathes a sigh of relief that his genitals are no longer on display.

"They seem to fit well enough," she says, "but they could do with a little adjustment."

She grabs the waistband and pulls them up at the back. Jordan can feel the material hugging tight around his buttocks and groin.

Dragging him towards her she yanks on them until she's satisfied that they fit correctly. She won't have members of her staff walking around sloppily dressed.

She hands him the rest of the uniform and he takes it, a little daunted by all the layers. It's going to be hot and uncomfortable working in it but a job is a job after all.

Elizabeth waits for him to get dressed, mentally going through all the things she has to do today. If this young man works out then that's one less thing to worry about.

As he's struggling into the shirt, she walks over impatiently and hurries him up.

He fumbles with the buttons, feeling disconcerted by her commanding presence. The buttons don't seem to want to go through the holes and he can sense her getting annoyed.

She huffs, "Come on now I haven't got all day."

He pulls on the waistcoat quickly; He doesn't want to lose this job before he's even started!

The stern woman never leaves his side. He's sure he wouldn't find it so difficult if she would just leave him alone. But she watches him like a hawk.

He cannot meet her intense gaze and keeps his eyes cast down as he puts his tie on.

She fiddles with his clothing, adjusting it and tutting. "You'll have to learn to do this properly for yourself, I won't have the time to dress you every morning," she says.

He reaches for the trousers and puts them on hoping that she won't notice his hands trembling.

He's never felt under such scrutiny before but manages to get his shirt tucked in and his belt fastened without too much fuss.

"That'll have to do. I've spent too long with you in here as it is," says Elizabeth testily.

"Right! Time to go and face the public and do some work. You'd better not let me down." He gulps, wondering what his new job will be like.

He follows the confident woman as she strides out of the office and into the hotel's reception area.

3 days have passed and Jordan has never worked so hard in his life. The hotel is very busy and as bellboy he's constantly running around carrying heavy luggage. He stops for a few moments to catch his breath.

Seeing him hovering by the entrance Elizabeth summons him over. There's no time for him to be standing around when there's work to be done.

He pushes his baggage cart in front of him. "Quickly!" She urges, keen that he shouldn't be allowed to slack off.

"Right, here are a list of room changes. You'll need to move the guests' bags accordingly. I want it all done by 1pm sharp." He nods, exhausted but determined not to let her down.

A booming voice calling "hello!" catches her attention and she turns with the other women behind the reception to smile at the person who has just arrived.

Her mother Margaret has returned from her travels and has been sorely missed. "Rebecca my darling! How are you?"

The two women greet each other warmly.

She looks past Rebecca at her other daughter. "And Elizabeth! I hope everything has been OK in my absence?"

"Everything has been fine mother," Elizabeth assures her, "but we're all glad you're back."

"I see we have a new face?" Questions Margaret getting straight down to business and wondering about the new bellboy.

"Yes, he's just started. He's a little slow but I'm sure we can knock him into shape," says Elizabeth.

"Well I'd better check him over myself. Make sure he's the right sort for Hotel Crystal." Wasting no time she marches around the desk. Whilst she trusts her daughter's judgement she likes to form her own opinion of new employees.

"You boy! Come over here," she calls out to Jordan who, recognising her authoritarian voice, stops what he is doing and rushes over immediately.

He smiles warmly, hoping to make a good impression on this woman who is feared by all the staff. "Hello Mrs Joyce," he says enthusiastically, "I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity, I..."

She cuts him off mid-sentence. "Well young man, you'd better come through to the office with me. I want to examine you and make sure you've been sticking to the rules."

He was just getting used to the job and now he fears it might be at risk. He meekly follows her wondering just what her examination will entail. He remembers Elizabeth's emphasis on purity and his heart sinks. This could be a very embarrassing meeting indeed.

Bellboys at Hotel Crystal are kept very busy - running around with luggage and showing guests to their rooms. Despite the hard work, young Jordan is pleased to have a job and will do anything he can to keep it. The arrival of Margaret has come as a shock and he desperately hopes she'll not find cause to dismiss him. But he's found it very difficult to stick to their very strict rules on purity and is immediately on edge as he follows the stern woman into the office.

Jordan nervously follows Margaret as she marches into the office. She drops her briefcase on the floor and turns to him.

"So," she begins, "you're the new bellboy. I take it my daughter has explained our rules about impure thoughts and self-abuse?"

"Yes," he mumbles, intimidated by her. "Elizabeth seems impressed by you but I have to be satisfied that you're not letting the side down."

"I'm trying my hardest, really I am," says Jordan plaintively.

"Yes well, that might not be good enough. We had to get rid of the last bellboy as he couldn't maintain control of himself." Her words fill him with concern.

She looks him up and down. "Please get undressed so I can check you over."

He stands there dumbly. He certainly wasn't expecting to have to strip in front of her. He gets a sinking feeling, remembering the discomfort he felt at being naked in front of Elizabeth.

"Well?" Questions Margaret, "What are you waiting for? I haven't got all day." Realising she means business he slowly starts to unbutton his waistcoat.

He can feel her watching him as he starts to get undressed and starts to sweat.

What if she finds something wrong with him? As a virile young man he's found it very hard to abstain from playing with himself and has a lot of pent up sexual energy.

"Careful with your uniform," warns the woman so Jordan takes extra care to place it neatly over the chair.

His hands shake as he takes his tie off, the older woman's presence distracting him.

Margaret is pleased to see the new employee doing as he's told. She places great stock on discipline and won't tolerate insubordination.

Jordan shivers slightly as he opens his shirt exposing his chest to the cool air in the office. He starts to feel clammy around his armpits and wishes he didn't have to reveal more of himself.

But the woman has ordered him to undress so he reluctantly continues, his hands fumbling with his cuffs.

Margaret sighs. "Get a move on!" She watches him closely - her eyes searching for any signs of sexual activity.

He can feel her watching his every move making him feel even more awkward.

He casts his belt aside and already his trousers start to slip down. The previous wearer was obviously bigger around the waist.

Margaret stands impatiently. Why is he being so slow? She has no concerns for his feelings of embarrassment, to her he should simply follow her instructions.

He pulls his trousers off, trying not to trip himself over in the process.

He stands before Margaret hoping desperately that she'll be able to make her examination without him having to be totally naked.

"We won't get very far with those on," she says, indicating his underpants. His heart sinks but somehow he knew she wouldn't settle for anything less than full nudity.

Stripping in front of Elizabeth was bad enough. But as the matriarch of the company, Margaret is even more scary and he's well aware of the power she has over him.

He slides his pants down trying to delay things for as long as possible. But an annoyed tut from the woman in front of him makes him speed up.

Moments later his penis and testicles are again exposed. Margaret's eyes never leave his firm young body as he takes down his underwear.

She demands complete obedience from her employees and is happy that the boy is cooperating fully. It would be such a shame to have to let him go after only three days.

He holds on to the desk for support while stepping out of his underpants. He hopes her inspection will be brief and perfunctory - unlike her daughter's.

He stands there lamely waiting for her to say something. Without thinking his hands move to cover his modesty.

"Move your hands so I can get a proper look," she instructs and realising he has no option, Jordan does as he's told.

"That's better." She stares openly at his exposed genitals, scrutinising him for any evidence that he may have broken her strict rules.

The intensity of her gaze unnerves him. He's glad she cannot read his mind - the impure thoughts he's had about some of the female guests would undoubtedly shock her.

"Now I'm going to take a closer look but before I do, is there anything you want to confess?" He briefly wonders about admitting the fantasies he's had but decides against it. His job is too important to him to put at risk.

"No. Erm, I don't think so," he splutters before going quiet again. "Hmm, well we'll see," says Margaret warningly.

She crouches down in front of him and he gulps. Her hands touch his thighs, dangerously close to his unprotected penis and testicles.

She reaches forward and touches his scrotum, trying to ascertain whether his testicles are full or not. He instantly freezes, not at all comfortable with being touched by a woman like this.

"I'm not sure that you've been entirely honest with me. Your testicles don't seem nearly as full as I would expect for a young man of your age," Margaret looks at him with concern.

"Please, I haven't. I wouldn't! I really need this job," Jordan begs. Margaret ignores him and starts tapping his testicles, jiggling them about and weighing them in her hand.

She looks at him sternly and he withers internally. He hasn't had a wank since he started - if anything he's sexually frustrated and desperate for release.

"The last bellboy said the same thing and I proved him to be a liar too. But I'm not one to jump to conclusions so I shall continue my examination." Any relief Jordan feels is negated by a new growing concern. That he might embarrass himself in front of her which would be disastrous.

it's too late though. "Oh my!" Exclaims Margaret as Jordan accidentally springs an erection in her hand.

"I see you become aroused very easily. This is not a trait we encourage in our male members of staff," she says, displeased that despite his protestations he has clearly been having impure thoughts.

She stands up and indicates that he should turn around. "Let's see what can be done shall we? I may have a solution to help you rain in your base desires."

A flustered Jordan wonders what she means. But he's massively relieved that she hasn't sacked him on the spot.

"I'm prepared to administer a treatment that should take your mind off your privates, you should be very grateful."

She examines his bottom closely and he tenses. Just what sort of treatment does she have in mind? But he thanks her profusely counting himself lucky.

Feeling her hands on his bottom, Jordan pulls away. "Keep still and don't fidget," instructs Margaret.

She pulls his cheeks apart exposing his puckered anus. It feels very strange to Jordan and it's not pleasant at all. He starts to panic - what on Earth is she up to?

He looks round suddenly unsure of the situation. He wants to tell her to stop but he doesn't dare upset her.

Margaret grabs a rubber glove. "I'm going to probe your anus. It should stop you from developing erections at the drop of a hat. You're lucky - I don't usually give second chances." Her words carry a warning and fill him with fear.

He doesn't know what to do as the woman snaps on the gloves. His instinct is to get the hell out of there before the terrifying woman can stick her finger up his arse. But to do so would undoubtedly mean losing his job. He feels stick to his stomach and quivers as he watches her prepare for his "treatment."

Jordan Edgar is well aware that his future hangs in the balance. Much as the idea of having his anus probed by the fearsome woman fills him with dread, he knows he has to accept the pain and embarrassment. But the inexperienced lad is about to endure a humiliation far worse than anything he's ever had to deal with before. Will he be able to hold on to his job, or will he be cast out like the previous bellboy?

Margaret is more than able to deal with over-sexed young men. "Since in other ways you are good at your job, I'm prepared to help you overcome your problem," she says, making it clear she's doing him a huge favour.

He feels her hands on his buttocks, pulling them apart and her probing fingers pressing against his tight little anus. It's such a strange and terrifying sensation and he automatically tenses his whole body.

But that doesn't stop the determined woman who expertly slides her finger into his exposed boy-hole.

He can feel her digit working its way deep inside him and has to suppress the urge to shout out. Margaret isn't concerned with how much it hurts him, she wants to ensure that he doesn't bring the establishment into disrepute by springing an erection in front of a guest.

It's a sharp burning pain and feels totally unnatural to the poor boy. His face flushes with the embarrassment of having his most intimate part penetrated by the older woman.

She presses her experienced finger in as far as it will go knowing that the sensation will completely take his mind off his penis.

His predecessor was completely out of control and always harassing the female members of staff - not to mention the guests. She won't have that happening again!

She doesn't say a word to Jordan as she works his arse with her finger but she hopes he realises just how lucky he is.

Jordan certainly doesn't feel lucky. He grits his teeth against the searing agony of having his virgin anus stretched and wishes she would just stop. But he daren't make a sound in case he upsets the stern woman who has such control over him.

Margaret relentlessly plunges in and out of Jordan's bottom. There's something satisfying at bringing a wayward young man to heel.

If she can turn him around then he might make a good and productive member of staff. But only time will tell.

Of course she won't always have time to administer this procedure. But her daughters Rebecca and Elizabeth are both equally experienced so they can take turns if need be.

She can feel his sphincter clenching around her finger but by adjusting the angle of her penetration she can overcome his resistance easily.

Jordan nearly faints with the shame of it. He can imagine his friends laughing at him if they knew what he was allowing the woman to do to him.

Finally the woman speaks, making him jump. "There," she says, "that should do for now." She abruptly pulls out her finger which causes another stab of pain to shoot through him.

He clambers awkwardly off the desk, his anus still throbbing. He's glad that it's over, but worried that Margaret's words suggest this might not be the only time that he has to endure such humiliation.

"Now then, let's have another look shall we?" Jordan's penis has indeed reduced in size after his ordeal. But Margaret is still concerned that his testicles aren't as full as they should be.

"And you're quite sure you haven't been abusing yourself?" She reaches down and starts feeling his penis and testicles again. "No. I promise!" He hopes this time she'll be satisfied and let him get dressed again.

At that moment the door opens and Rebecca pops her head round. She notices the naked boy in front of her mother with interest.

"Ah, come in dear!" Says Margaret, welcoming her daughter in. "I'm just checking our new recruit over. Jordan feels queasy - not another woman come to witness his debasement.

"Perhaps you can assist. He claims he hasn't been having impure thoughts, yet became erect at the slightest touch."

"And his testicles feel like they have been emptied recently to me," continues Margaret. "Of course, I'm more than happy to help," Rebecca readily agrees.

The women start discussing Jordan's genitals as though he weren't there. Despite the dull ache in his back passage and the discomfort he feels, the woman's repeated touching of his privates starts to get him worked up again.

Margaret pushes his thickening penis to one side to show off his testicles to Rebecca.

"Yes, I see what you're saying," says the newcomer, getting down and feeling his testicles for herself.

Jordan's face flushes even more. He desperately doesn't want to become erect again but in trying to keep to the hotel's strict rules he's become increasingly frustrated. It takes very little to get him aroused.

The two women pull his penis and testicles about 'umming' and 'ahhing' as they do so. It's disconcerting for Jordan to be so totally out of control of the situation.

He hates the way they idly toy with his privates without concern for his feelings. But they are so confident and totally overwhelm the young lad.

Rebecca weighs his testicles in her hand. Like her mother, she would expect them to be heavier than this. But all boys are different and even with her vast experience she cannot be sure.

She grabs them in her hand and squeezes them, trying to get an idea of how full they are. Jordan whimpers in fright, not liking to see his delicate testicles in her strong grip.

It feels like he's been stood naked in that poky office for hours. Whilst he wishes they would just hurry up and make their minds up, he also desperately hopes they find in his favour.

"What are your impressions Rebecca?" Asks Margaret. "I'm just not sure. But he seems to be becoming aroused again - look!"

She points his semi-erect penis towards her mother to show her.

"This is exactly what happened before. I had hoped that some remedial action might have prevented this, but it seems Jordan is a particularly persistent young man."

Despite his best efforts he just cannot stop himself. He knows it's wrong but his penis seems to have a mind of its own.

The door opens again and Elizabeth marches in. She's a little surprised at seeing her mother and sister examining the new bellboy. But since she didn't have time to give him a full inspection there was a chance she missed something.

The women greet her warmly, their hands never once leaving the young man's naked body.

"Don't mind me," says Elizabeth as she walks past, "I just need to check something in the diary and make a phone call."

She walks behind the desk as though having a nude boy in the office were a daily occurrence. For Jordan, the increasing number of clothed women piling into the small room just adds to his embarrassment.

"I'd hate to have to let him go, so please take as much time as you need to be totally sure," says Margaret and Jordan's heart sinks. Will this ever be over?

"Hello Johnson's?" Says Elziabeth on the phone. "I'd like to place an order please." She continues with her task while her mother and sister continue with theirs.

She glances over at the spectacle of her mother and sister handling Jordan's penis and smiles, happy that they are working so well as a team. That's what has made Hotel Crystal such a success.

Even the sound of the woman reading out an order for supplies isn't enough to distract Jordan from the sensations building up inside him as the women evaluate his genitals.

Rebecca has no idea of the battle going on inside Jordan as she squeezes his penis and strokes it. She's merely trying to ascertain if he's been having impure thoughts but her actions are having a very strong effect on the defenceless young man.

His penis throbs and becomes fully erect when Rebecca finally releases it. She brushes her fingers along the shaft and he shivers. He expects any moment the older woman will get angry with him for disobeying her again.

But Margaret is listening in to Elizabeth's conversation and when she leans round takes the opportunity to comment. "Tell them we need half a dozen boxes of rubber gloves. I've a feeling we're going to need them with this one!"

Jordan feels utterly wretched with the women crowding in on him. But they are his superiors - what can he do?

The women and Jordan all look up at a noise from across the room. It seems they are to be joined by yet another person!

Annette can't help but giggle at the sight that greets her. The new hotel bellboy is starkers and the owners are giving him a thorough going over. It's days like this when she loves her job.

She quickly joins the others, between them surrounding the hapless lad. "I just came in to get some more forms for the reception desk," she says laughing. For Jordan it's just too much. All the pent up sexual energy he's been trying to contain comes bubbling to the surface.

His testicles clench in Margaret's hand and a jet of semen shoots from his penis as he ejaculates.

He has no control over it now it's started and more spurts out of the tip. Rebecca holds on tight not wanting it to spray all over her.

Annette's laughter is infectious and Elizabeth and Rebecca cannot help but join in. Margaret is shocked and appalled.

Still more of the stuff issues forth and for a brief moment all Jordan can think about is the pleasurable orgasm that washes over him.

He feels a huge sense of release after three whole days of abstinence.

But the women's collective gasp brings him to his senses and he is utterly mortified at what he's just done in front of them.

He realises he has made a show of himself - ejaculating in front of his employers was the worst thing he could possibly have done.

The women are still stunned by what has just happened. In all their years of running hotels, none of them has witnessed such a wanton and selfish act. Jordan's testicles continue to empty themselves onto the office floor and he awaits the explosion of anger he's certain will come.

Jordan has shamed himself in the most appalling way possible. Unable to control his sexual urges, he accidentally ejaculated in front of the room full of women. The terrified young lad knows he has done wrong and quivers, wondering if this is the end of his career. Elsewhere in the hotel guests are taking advantage of all the facilities. For businessman Terry Butcher it's an opportunity to kick back and abuse his company expense account.

With semen still leaking from his penis, Jordan realises he has probably blown his chances at this posh hotel. The long drawn out gasps of the assembled women make his heart sink.

The last of his sperm dribbles to the floor. "Oh my goodness!" Exclaims Elizabeth, totally shocked by his behaviour.

"Well this was exactly what I feared," says Margaret, "imagine the fuss if he'd done this in front of a female guest! It doesn't bear thinking about."

"I should fire you on the spot young man," she continues harshly and Jordan nearly bursts into tears. "It's lucky for you that I'm in a good mood. You shall keep your job. For now."

"But you shall call into the office to have your testicles drained every morning before work. One of us will do it for you." Even though he's disturbed by the thought, Jordan is grateful not to have been sacked.

"Now get out of my sight!" Finishes the stern woman, waving him out of the office.

Blobs of semen continue to drip from his member as he hurries towards the door. He knows he'll never be able to look the superior women in the face again. And every time they look at him he'll know that they've seen him embarrass himself like this.

"Ugh," says Margaret, "what a mess! What is it with these young men and their inability to control themselves?"

"Well it's a good job we found out about his uncontrollable erections before it caused us any problems. But if he steps out of line again I won't be so easy on him next time."

Jordan has been put straight back to work with all of the women keeping a stern eye on him. It looks like being another busy day at Hotel Crystal.

Terry Butcher rushes to reception with his case. Having been up half the night drinking and partying he's overslept. Rebecca sees him and fixes on a smile.

"I'd like to check out please. I'm in rather a hurry." He has 90 minutes to be on a plan bound for Dubai - his next port of call. He cannot afford to miss it.

"Certainly sir," says Rebecca sweetly, "I'll just get your bill for you. Won't be a mo!"

She begins tapping at the computer, deliberately taking her time to prepare his bill while he stands there fidgeting.

He gets his company credit card out in readiness and silently begs for her to hurry up.

He looks up at the clock above her. He's cutting it fine, but should be on time. What's taking this damned woman so long?

"Here you are sir, your bill," she says, proffering it to him. He grabs it eager to be off and into a cab to the airport.

He gives it a cursory glance and is about to hand over payment when he sees an odd charge that he can't understand.

"What's this here?" He asks. His company won't accept the bill unless he can explain what it's all for - otherwsie he'll have to pay for it out of his own pocket.

"This £100 for 'discretion'?" He points out the line to the woman who keeps up her false smile.

"This one here sir?" Verifies Rebecca and Terry starts to get impatient. He has to be on his way and doesn't have time for this.

"Why that's our charge for being discreet about your usage of the adult video channels contrary to our hotel policy," she explains patiently.

"What? What do you mean?" He questions, thinking he must have misunderstood.

"It's a charge we make so that we won't reveal to your employers and wife that you've been watching filthy disgusting movies in your room. Sir."

He is totally flabbergasted by what she has just said. "Is this some kind of joke?" He asks - thinking it's in pretty poor taste if it is.

Seeing her sister has finished her call, Rebecca turns to her. "Elizabeth, this gentleman here seems to think we'd make a joke of his flagrant abuse of our entertainment system for his perverted needs."

"It's no joke sir. We don't tolerate our guests polluting our bed sheets with their filth whilst watching depravity on the TV. You can either pay up or we'll have no choice but to notify everyone about your sordid behaviour."

"This is blatant blackmail!" He says angrily, trying to keep his voice down so the other guests don't hear. "I'm not paying this. I've got a plane to catch!"

"Now calm down sir, there's no need to get angry," says Elizabeth to soothe him.

"Given that you're in such a rush, perhaps we should go into the office to discuss it? Perhaps we can sort something out," she finishes.

He rushes towards the door next to reception, eager to get this resolved and be on his way. Rebecca watches him keenly. She's dealt with lots of men like him before - they all think they can get away with it.

"After you sir," she says, ushering him through the door and thinking to herself that he's about to learn a very important lesson.

She smiles. He should have just paid them the £100. If she knows her sister, he'll end up paying a much higher price now.

They all walk into the tiny office behind reception. "As you'll know from reading our policies we take a very dim view on guests who conduct themselves inappropriately," explains Elizabeth.

"But this is ridiculous!" He argues, "No one ever reads the small print. How was I supposed to know?"

"I'm afraid that's no excuse Mr Butcher," says Elizabeth as he dumps his case on the floor in a huff.

Rebecca grabs it and moves it well out of the way. "If you won't pay the fee then everyone will hear about your disgusting ways," says the other woman harshly.

"You wouldn't dare," he says, "I'll call the police!"

Elizabeth isn't the slightest bit intimidated by his threats. "Go right ahead. You do realise that you signed a legally binding contract when you arrived? Your breach of that contract gives us the right to do as we please."

Suddenly worried, Terry stops for a moment to think. His career would be over if his company found out what he got up to on these business trips. Not to mention what his wife would do.

He's whole demeanour changes and he tries another approach. "Is there no way we can sort this out? Perhaps if I could speak to your superior?" He asks, hoping to appeal to her better nature.

"Well I suppose I could ask mother. She would have the final say in such matters. She's very busy, but I'll call her now," Elizabeth says and Terry feels relieved.

She picks up the phone and dials. "Hello mother? It's Elizabeth. Sorry to bother you, but we have a customer who's questioning his 'discretion' charge."

Terry stands nervously only able to hear half of the conversation. "Yes, yes he has. Filthy depraved ones. And his sheets are covered in his semen."

"I know, I explained that to him. Apparently he didn't trouble himself to read our policy document before signing it."

After what seems like an age, she hangs up. "Well?" Asks Terry hopefully.

"Mother says you'd better get your clothes off if you don't want it bandied about that you wank over disgusting blue films on these business trips for your firm," she replies gleefully.

Terry starts to panic. He doesn't have time for these games! But he realises the women have him over a barrel.

"OK then," he says trying to make light of it whilst fiddling with his jacket nervously, "I'll pay the charge. Let's go back to reception and I'll give you my card." Elizabeth and Rebecca move in close and trap him between them. "I'm afraid it's too late for that Mr Butcher. You had your chance to pay in cash. Now you'll have to settle the outstanding charge in another way..."

All Terry's earlier bluster is gone. He knows only too well that if the women inform his employers he'll lose his job and be a laughing stock. Not to mention what his wife would do to him! All he can do now is go along with whatever they demand - their first instruction being to strip naked. Running late for his flight to Dubai, he hopes desperately that whatever they have in mind will be over soon.

"I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," says Terry obsequiously, "there's no need for any unpleasantness. I really am very late for my flight - I'll pay whatever you want."

"Take your clothes off now," insists Rebecca, "the sooner you do as you're told, the sooner this will all be over and you can rush to the airport."

Realising she means business he grudgingly takes his jacket off. He'll be in so much trouble if he doesn't get to Dubai by this evening.

"Come on now, chop cop!" Says Elizabeth clapping her hands together. Although time is of the essence, Terry is reluctant to strip off in front of the two women.

'What purpose will this serve anyway?' He thinks to himself. He should be eating peanuts and sipping fine wine in the business class lounge now rather than this!

"Don't be shy Mr Butcher it's nothing we haven't seen before," teases Elizabeth.

The women never take their eyes off him as he pulls off his shirt. Even though he's a big strong man he feels intimidated by their confidence.

"You won't be needing your shirt any time soon, throw it over there please," instructs the woman and having no option, Terry does as he's told.

He stands there awkwardly. Surely they don't seriously mean for him to take everything off in front of them?

Rebecca strokes the back of his neck and he feels Elizabeth touching his arm. Their attentions make him feel uncomfortable and he squirms on the spot.

"Hold on Mr Butcher, don't go any further," says Elizabeth suddenly and he thinks for a moment that maybe she's going to let him off. "Rebecca, get my phone out would you? It's got an excellent camera on it and I want to document this."

Rebecca bends down and Terry's heart sinks. It's bad enough that he's being made to take his clothes off, but if they film him then who knows where the video might end up?

Rebecca hands the device to her sister gleefully. But Terry just stands there regretting ever having checked in to the Hotel Crystal.

"You're very hairy aren't you Terry?" Says Rebecca touching his muscular torso, "I can call you Terry can't I?" She continues, "Mr Butcher sounds so formal."

"Turn this way Terry, I want to get a close-up of your body," says Elizabeth. Although the women appear to be flattering him, Terry detects an undercurrent of sarcasm in their voices.

But what choice does he have? His entire future rests in their hands. If he displeases them then with one phone call they could end his career. He seethes inwardly at being in such a vulnerable position.

"That's right Terry, smile for the camera," directs Elizabeth and Rebecca pushes his face round. He manages a weak smile, angry but too afraid to dare cross them.

"Oooh!" Exclaims Rebecca, "what's in here?" She parts his fly and he stands there helpless to stop her.

She pulls it wide open and Elizabeth zooms in to capture his white underpants. He feels even more uncomfortable with the woman's hands so close to his crotch. "Off with your trousers now Terry," they order.

"No need to rush," says Rebecca, "we want to savour this moment." She moves in close and looks down as he unbuttons his trousers. He tries desperately to think of a way out of this situation but there is none.

He's aware that every second of his humiliation is being filmed, increasing the hold the women have over him.

He slowly lowers his trousers letting them drop to the floor. The women surround him enjoying his discomfort.

As he steps out of his trousers Elizabeth moves in to get a close up of his bulging underpants. He can hear the hubbub of voices coming from the reception and is aware that there are people milling around just outside the room. What if someone were to come in and see him like this?

"Turn him around," says Elizabeth, "I want to get shots from all sides." Rebecca is more than happy to oblige and steers him around to face her sister.

"Oh yes, that's much better!" Elizabeth is delighted with what she is capturing on her camera. Terry closes his eyes and tries to pretend it's not happening.

"Move your hands," the woman orders, "I want to get a good view of your bum." He does as she bids, hoping that he'll be spared the indignity of having to take his underwear off completely.

But almost immediately he feels the elastic waistband being pulled and a cool draft of air on his exposed buttocks.

He feels the fabric being pulled down and gulps, fully aware that his arse crack is now on display.

"Look how hairy his bottom is," says Rebecca, pointing helpfully. It's so humiliating being treated like a piece of meat like this.

"You can take them right off now Terry, you won't be needing them either." Her words fill him with dread and he tries to stall. "Quickly now, you don't want to miss that plane do you?"

He whips them down and clambers out of them. The two women move to get a view of the front and both gasp with delight as his genitals come into view.

He instinctively covers himself up trying to limit what Elizabeth can film - not yet realising just who he's dealing with.

They shuffle him round and Rebecca can't help but laugh at the look of fear and confusion on his face.

"Hmm," says Elizabeth, "we're not going to see much if you stand like that!"

The two sisters grab his arms and pull them away - determined that they film absolutely every inch of his naked body.

His penis and testicles come tumbling into view. "Hands behind your back. Do as you're told. Don't dawdle." The woman's stern words remind him that they are in charge here and he'd better not upset them.

"What a big one you have Terry," says Rebecca in mock awe. He feels like a shy teenager all over again, unsure how to react to the superior women.

"Zoom in and get a close-up Elizabeth," Rebecca encourages excitedly. Terry hangs his head in shame not enjoying their intense focus on his privates.

"His testicles actually look quite full," says the woman reaching up to touch them. "I'm surprised given the amount of semen the cleaner found on his sheets."

To his shock she cups them in her hand as though weighing them. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, his genitals immediately start to respond to her touch.

"They're very heavy," she comments as she hefts his scrotum in her hand. The whole scene is recorded on Elizabeth's phone in high definition.

Terry's instinct is to make a bolt for the door. The thought of becoming aroused in front of the women fills him with dread. But there's no way he's going to run out into the busy reception stark naked like this.

"Do you know, his penis looks to be getting bigger!" Exclaims Elizabeth as Rebecca holds it to the side so she can get a clearer shot.

"Yes, I see what you mean. It would appear that despite last night's debauched behaviour he still isn't satiated."

Terry groans as she hefts his penis this way and that, her manipulation causing it to grow stiffer by the second.

She lets go and it flops down heavily, already starting to get engorged. She looks up at him knowingly and his heart skips a beat.

"Terry here seems to be insatiable," says Rebecca, still toying with his penis. He gulps. He's already in deep trouble with the owners of the hotel - if he can't control himself what will they do then?

The woman pulls his penis to one side and tickles his testicles. Everything she does seems calculated to drive him wild. And Elizabeth documents it all for posterity.

"Look how loose his foreskin is," says Rebecca, sliding it back over his hyper-sensitive glans.

She points his hardening penis towards the camera, showing it off like a trophy - much to Terry's dismay.

Terry is powerless to stop the two women who seem to be enjoying themselves immensely. Rebecca pulls his penis down with her finger and they both laugh as she lets it ping up.

Suddenly there is a loud gasp of astonishment followed by giggling. Annette has entered the office without the others hearing and is amazed by the sight that greets her eyes.

Terry looks up at the noise. Oh no! He can't believe someone else has walked in to witness his shame.

He blushes and immediately makes to cover himself up again. Here he is, completely naked and totally defenceless with two women playing with his genitals and now a third woman has arrived! How much more humiliation is he going to have to endure?

Aware that every second he spends in the office increases his chances of missing his flight, Terry realises he must go along with whatever the women demand. But he wasn't prepared to have his humiliation recorded on video by one of them while the other idly toys with his penis and testicles. And to his horror, another woman from reception has just walked in on them and seems to be only too willing to join in the fun.

Elizabeth and Rebecca greet the new arrival warmly, not in the least ashamed to have been caught playing with a naked man's body. After all - it is their hotel and they can do as they please.

Annette strides across the room, keen to get a piece of the action. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She says tauntingly, "Not so high and mighty now are we?"

"Don't cover yourself up. I want to see what's got my colleagues so excited." Her words carry a hint of a threat and Terry realises that he'd better obey her as he does the other two.

"Well I can't see what all the fuss is about," she says cuttingly as she stares down at his exposed privates making him cringe with shame.

"Oh I'm sure Terry here can impress us if he tries really hard," says Rebecca, squeezing his balls in her hand.

"His thing has already got bigger. It seems to take very little to get him aroused," she continues - waving his penis in Annette's direction causing her to squeal with laughter.

She grabs hold of it for herself, feeling its weight in her hand. She can tell from the small moan that escapes his lips that he is turned on by their actions.

Elizabeth moves the camera closer as the other two women pull and prod his genitals. They know they have complete control over him and can tease him as much as they want.

She can think of a few good uses for the footage she's recording. Perhaps Terry's indiscretion can be used as a warning to others staying at the hotel of the dangers of abusing the facilities.

Terry looks down helplessly as the women touch his cock and balls, his resentment only held in check by the knowledge that they could destroy him if they so choose.

He's never before been in a situation where women have the upper hand and it's a new and uncomfortable experience. Worse still, he cannot stop himself from becoming increasingly aroused by their actions.

He's also aware that the clock is ticking. Much more of this and he'll definitely miss his flight. No one would believe him if he used the excuse that he'd been stripped naked and abused by a group of women at the hotel!

"Get him to turn around," says Annette with a huge grin, "I want to see his bottom. I bet it's just as hairy as his chest!" Terry closes his eyes and blushes - it's an insult to his pride to be treated like a piece of meat like this.

But the women are insistent and not daring to anger them, he does as he's told, shuffling around so they can see his backside.

"Bend over," instructs Elizabeth. She thinks some close-up shots of his arse will compliment the front shots perfectly.

Terry follows her orders and she wastes no time in zooming in on his hairy buttocks. Being in such a compromising position is even more embarrassing for the proud man.

Elizabeth goes in so close that the phone almost touches his exposed buttocks. She gets a perfect shot of his arse crack which Annette is about to pull apart for her.

At that instant Margaret walks into the office and is totally shocked at the sight before her.

"What on Earth is going on here?" She bellows - her voice echoing around the room and causing its occupants to start.

Elizabeth, Annette and Rebecca all jump at the sight of the big boss standing there, clearly very cross.

Terry leaps up as she approaches. At last, someone with authority. She's obviously angry that these women are treating one of their guests in such an appalling manner.

"Ah good. You must be the manager. I'd like to register a complaint," begins Terry - feeling relieved that at last his ordeal will be over.

"What IS this man doing naked in my office?" Booms Margaret, cutting him off and looking him up and down.

She looks to her daughter for an explanation. "This is the one I spoke to you on the phone about mother." Terry realises who the woman must be and his heart sinks.

"The pervert who's been watching those mucky movies and refused to pay the relevant fee. We thought he deserved a taste of his own medicine."

Margaret turns to Terry and scowls at him. "You disgusting little man!" She spits, "guests at Hotel Crystal are expected to behave in an appropriate manner. You have broken the terms of the contract you signed and now you must be punished."

He bows his head in shame. Everyone at the hotel seems to know what he's been up to. "You are sex-obsessed. But fortunately we have ways of dealing with men like you," says Margaret and Terry tries to edge away from her.

"Move your hands, let's have a look at the source of all the trouble shall we?" Terry moves his hand, exposing his penis and testicles to the older woman who stares at them intently.

Without warning she leans in and begins to examine him. He gulps, uncomfortable with her touching him like this. It was bad enough when the younger women were doing it, but she's old enough to be his mum!

"Hmmm," she says to herself as she feels the thickness of his shaft. He worries that she'll be able to tell that he's becoming aroused and will be even more angry with him.

"Your testicles have clearly been emptied recently," she says, hefting them in her hand, "and all over our expensive sheets I shouldn't wonder. We should charge you extra for semen stain removal."

"Mother," interjects Elizabeth, "I've been filming him so we have a record of his inability to control himself. Just in case we need to prove it to the police."

"Very good," says her mother. Terry nearly faints at the thought the police might be involved. "Now listen to me," Margaret turns to him, "you are going to do exactly what I say or it'll be the worse for you."

"Get up on the table," she demands. Utterly terrified, Terry doesn't argue and clambers meekly onto the desk.

Margaret manoeuvres him into position with his anus exposed. Elizabeth steps forward seeing the opportunity to get some excellent 'candid' shots.

"Now ladies," begins Margaret, seeing an opportunity, "Terry here is going to help with a demonstration on how to deal with over-sexed men." He looks around nervously as she taps his testicles.

"Elizabeth, make sure you get all this on film. We can use it for training new members of staff." She proceeds to pull his buttocks apart.

Terry can feel his sphincter being stretched and it's not a pleasant feeling. His anus is a very private part of his body and being made to offer it up to the fierce woman is totally humiliating.

He has no idea what they have in mind, but his stomach churns at being in such a vulnerable position. The thought that there will be a video of him like this fills him with dread.

Margaret takes a moment to size him up. She doesn't doubt for a second that he'll cooperate with her fully. She knows she has him completely in her power.

Terry tenses up as he feels her fingertip pressing against the entrance to his rectum. 'Oh no!' He thinks to himself.

His worse fears are realised as she effortlessly slides her finger into his anal cavity while Elizabeth films it and the other women watch.

Rather than rushing, Margaret takes her time and makes sure her daughter gets a clear shot of what she's doing.

Although Terry tries to resist her, she's more than able to work her way past his defences.

He lets out a gasp of pain. Who'd have thought a little finger would cause so much agony? But it feels like a big thick rod is being driven inside him.

"Now here you can see I'm pressing my finger into this man's anus. This generally has the effect of dampening their ardour." Margaret speaks formally for the camera.

"He will naturally try to prevent this from happening by clenching his sphincter. But it's a simple matter to penetrate him deeply whether he likes it or not."

Terry turns to look back angrily, incensed at being used like some sort of guinea pig for this woman's crazy ideas. He wants to hurl abuse at her for making him feel so worthless but manages to keep his anger in control.

"You brought this on yourself Terry," says Margaret, as if able to read his mind.

"You were given an easy way out but chose not to take it. Now you must face the consequences." All the while she speaks he can feel her finger working its way in and out of his rectum.

His impotence makes him want to cry out but he bites his lip. "There, that should do for now," says Margaret and abruptly pulls her finger out of his backside causing him to yelp.

The other women wait to see what she'll do to their captive male next. Even Terry realises she's not finished yet and stays where he is, worried that if he antagonises her she might do something even worse.

"Get down now Terry," says Margaret, watching him like a hawk as he crawls off the desk. Annette and Rebecca wait in anticipation.

"Now we can turn our attentions to the main culprit of your selfish behaviour," she says ominously. Terry realises that she is staring fixedly at his penis and a feeling of panic takes hold of him. Just what does she have in store for him now?

The all-important flight to Dubai has long since departed - leaving Terry in a very difficult situation. When and if the women set him free, he'll have to try and explain to his superiors why he missed it. Whatever he says it's going to look bad on him. But the fearsome owner of the hotel, Margaret, is determined that he should learn the error of his ways before she'll even consider letting him go.

Terry stands dumbly, fearing what the woman will do to him next as Margaret turns to her daughter. "Let's see if he'll be any better at controlling himself now," she says ominously.

Her hand wanders down to his exposed penis and testicles and he cringes inwardly. He hates the thought of his privates being touched again. He's so tense that he worries he might become erect again.

Needling little prompting, Annette and Rebecca eagerly reach in and begin toying with his genitals too.

"I hope for your sake that you don't become erect again," says Margaret threateningly.

The women's hands are all over his cock and balls, touching, caressing, probing - it's driving him wild.

Even though his anus still throbs painfully from Margaret's earlier penetration it's not enough to stop him feeling aroused at their attentions.

The women openly discuss his privates, oblivious to the way their touch makes him feel. They roll his foreskin back and reveal the glistening pink head.

He cannot help but watch, helpless as they make their investigations. He tries his hardest not to respond but he is overwhelmed by the women.

"Ah, I think we have a problem," says Margaret, "it looks like he's allowing himself to become engorged again."

Margaret checks to see if her daughter is still filming and is pleased to see she's capturing every moment.

Elizabeth realises how important this footage is to her mother and as well as filming close-ups of his privates, she makes sure to get his face in shot so it's clear who they belong to.

Rebecca weighs his hefty member in her hand, not at all surprised that Terry hasn't been able to restrain himself. Men like him rarely can in her experience.

Terry wishes more than anything that they'd stop pulling his penis about. Despite the trouble he's in he feels a tingling sensation in his testicles as Margaret squeezes them. Oh no!

Sensing something is up, Margaret holds his penis gingerly. "His penis is throbbing in my grip!" She exclaims. "Let me feel," says Rebecca and reaches up to grab it.

"Careful dear, I think he might be about to..." But the instant the women touch him Terry cannot contain himself any longer and starts to ejaculate.

A jet of semen erupts from the tip of his manhood causing the women to gasp in shock.

Rebecca holds his penis tightly to stop it from spraying the stuff everywhere. She bursts into fits of laughter at the appalling way he's embarrassed himself.

He's for it now! Her mother won't forgive him for producing his filth in front of them all like this.

"Ooops!" Says Annette mockingly, also aware that the man is now in very deep trouble.

But there's no going back and for a brief moment all he can think about is the pleasurable sensation as his balls empty themselves all over the office floor.

Somehow knowing that this orgasm could prove his downfall makes him appreciate it all the more as thick strands of sperm pump from him.

After the amount of sticky mess found on his sheets this morning, Annette and Rebecca are impressed he's able to produce so much.

But finally the torrent seems to be subsiding with only a few more drops dribbling out onto the carpet.

Margaret is utterly speechless. To think that she generously gave her time to try and help him learn self-restraint and he repays her by soiling her office!

She looks at the puddle on the floor and it makes her furious. Terry is frozen to the spot, aware that he has shamed himself in the most awful way.

Margaret looks in disbelief at her daughter Elizabeth who is equally as disgusted by the display they've just witnessed. Every second of which is stored in the memory of her camera phone.

Now the orgasm has subsided the room has come back into sharp focus and a sense of terror washes over him. Suppose they tell his boss! Or his wife! Either would be totally disastrous.

Rebecca lets go of his penis and shakes her hand to get rid of the sticky semen. "Ugh!" She exclaims, "that was disgusting."

Margaret does likewise. She shall definitely be charging him extra for having to have her office cleaned up.

She stands up, ready to give him a piece of her mind. "You come into MY hotel and not only do you abuse the facilities and mess up the sheets, you have the nerve to ejaculate in front of me, my daughters and employee!" She can barely find the words to express how angry she feels.

Terry hangs his head as the rest of the women stand up and close in on him. He feels utterly wretched and ashamed at what he's done. "I'm so sorry," he stutters in a small voice.

"I'm afraid sorry isn't good enough," says Margaret trying to control herself, "I've met some disgusting men before but you are by far the worst."

"You leave me no choice. Your employers shall be hearing about your behaviour today and I shall be sending them a bill for all the trouble and distress you've caused." Terry realises that he deserves no less and nods meekly.

"And if they want proof," says Elizabeth, sniggering, "we can always email them a copy of the video once I've edited it!"

"NOW GET OUT OF MY HOTEL!" Orders Margaret, waving Terry away - unable to bare his presence any longer.

A broken man, Terry Butcher heads for the door. Even the thought of walking naked into the busy reception cannot make him feel any worse than he already does.

"Well!" Says Margaret, "Can you believe it? I never expected such behaviour from one of our guests."

She sighs, exhausted by the ordeal. Her daughters and Annette are able to see the funny side. "Don't worry mother, I have an idea," says Elizabeth.

She shows the phone to her mother. "We can put the video of his defilement on the in-house entertainment system. Should any other guests try and access inappropriate material they'll see this as a warning." Her words echo in the departing man's ears who realises that for evermore, his humiliation will be played out on the screens at the Hotel Crystal.