Although we were in a five-star hotel, the honeymoon suite was still only set up for a couple, and I was willing to bet it had never hosted a masturbation group before. I immediately spotted the only two chairs. ‘Right, Fiona and I are having these. Sorry, boys, but you’re on the floor.’ I felt I should stop calling them boys as they were now all in their twenties, yet men or lads didn’t feel right either. ‘How’s that fai...