May I offer you some early morning respite from the stresses of stiff arousal?”Alistair looked down and saw that his staff of hardened flesh was pro...ruding from the folds of his nightshirt and saw the wisdom of granting the pretty girl’s wish without further discussion. He was the first to agree that there were times to converse and times for action.This was definitely a moment for the latter and not the former.He mounted Gretchen without uttering an additional word, but his sigh of delight. "They're looking!" James says in excitement. I smile, "yeah. Lets give them something to talk about." I grab James's hands and plant them on my ass. His eyes open wide in surprise but we carry on dancing. His friends mouths drop open. James and I chuckle at their reaction. I rest my hands on his shoulder and caress the back of his head. "This is nice," he says. "Slap my ass James," I whisper. He stops dancing. "Wh-what.." he stutters. "Slap my ass, come on." James hesitates then does as he's. I began to peel my clothes off, and she admired my body at each stage. Finally when I was down to my thong, which she'd insisted I wear, she told me to kneel in front of the couch, and blindfolded me snugly. "Hands behind your back!" I obeyed promptly, and she tied my wrists tightly behind me, then my ankles. "Wait for me" she said, like I had any choice in the matter. Rachel was probably only gone a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. Here I was, all but naked, blindfolded, and bound. Betty the butchy one, the two red heads Catrina and Cynthia, no relation. And thank the gods Regan in that little white thong. So then began the separation of luggage, the arguing over the alcohol stash and the accompanying munchies. It was a good thing I had started the fridge when I got here and hadn’t filled it yet. Lucky for the girls one of the vans belonged to Sophie so they had a way to get around besides Regan’s Mustang. By supper time things had been sorted out, those that were going.