As the masseuse worked near the tops of my wife's luscious thighs, it looked to me like her hands were brushing against Sarah's pussy, in fact, I was ...ure of it. After a few minutes of this, the masseuse asked Sarah softly "Is everything ok?". Sarah answered "Absolutely perfect", in a soft, breathy whisper. Then the masseuse said "Ok honey, if you're ready and comfortable, I'm going to start working on your rear." Again Sarah answered dreamily, "Yes, it's ok."The masseuse pulled away the. They spoke very little during the flight other than for Rachel to insist that Chris land so she could go to the bathroom. They had discussed that for days before the flight and would use plastic urinal pitchers, or a plastic tub with a lid, and coffee cans for that purpose. Sandy didn't make an issue of it, and little Cory thought it was all the rage going tinkle in the bottle.Rachel on the other hand was angered and humiliated that Chris made her use the pitcher, and scared everyone to death. ”Midnite growled softly, ripping the hood and it’s goggles off her head, shaking off the light spots that obviously still danced across her vision. Her red hair splayed down like the wires that still projected from the device on her wrist. Her voice however still seemed unruffled and calm. She had long ago figured out Nightwatch’s alternate identity, but she had reason to hold to the unspoken code that such things were not discussed with others without good reason.“Ah, James. I was hoping that. Josh ... BEAT my ass. They all can. I'm sorry ... let me prove it."So. Okay, so.Alright fine, I swatted her with the small oak branch. Not very hard, but I did it."Harder, Josh. Tie me up to that pole ... spank me!"Now, before you judge me, she did ask for it. And really, her ass ... oh my god was her ass cute. And yeah, I was really, really angry at her. So, I lost my cool a little.I pushed her over to the pole that we used to stretch the bigger animal skins where Ashes and WrinkledEvil.