She tapped on the door now “fucking hurry, I can’t be seen in here!”. A slight giggle in her voice. He quickly put himself back in his boxers, a...d pulled his jeans back up, fastening his belt tight. He turned slowly and unlocked the door, and slower still pulled it back. There she stood, the vision of his thoughts, his sick thoughts. She smiled “you gonna stand there or let me in?”. Without speaking he took a step back, even now too shy to actually talk to her face to face. She stepped forward. Libby knew Zack would be blessed to test any of these fit energetic women. A less robust but equally challenging art form occurred in the ballet and modern dance studio. Ballet stretches are performed at the horizontal bar with high leg poses and dips. Soft dance slippers were mandatory but other garb was prohibited. The mirrors winked pink flashes as poses exposed cunts and wobbled the array of breast borne nipples. The swimming pool was fun, swim suits were forbidden. Libby encouraged Zack. H appeared excited too as she reached down to adjust the huge strapon dangling from her hips and slipped one and then two fingers into her already wet pussy and lingered there fingering her pussy just for me as I watched and sucked harder on A's cock. I then felt the head of the strapon that L was sporting being pushed against my sphincter. It felt wet, warm, well lubed and hard as a rock as she slowly pressed it into my moist and slippery opening. I tried to relax a little to ease it's. Janetreturned and handed something to Tom. He leaned forward and pulled a blacksack over my head. My world went black and he tied it off attaching it to mycollar. And then like that the two of them replaced the covering and momentslater the truck purred to life. As we apparently got back on the interstate my mind began to race with thoughtsabout what lie ahead for the weekend. I recalled what we had discussed aboutmy limits and their interests and for the first time it occurred to me thatI no.