Not only that there really wasn't anything to touch. Well that was fine with me, I had no interest in her that way.I slept with Lucy pressed against m... all night. She was different, but not that much different. I drifted off to sleep reasonably early. I got a good night's sleep for a change and I really did feel rested the next morning."So you want to go back to the flea market this morning?" I asked."We have seen everything here, I would really like to move to a different town," Lucy said.. All of them were very well hung. There was 14 not including him. She told him she didn't believe she could handle so many and was under the impression it was just going to be him. He reminded her what she said about her pussy belonging to him for the night. One of the guys stuck his cock in her mouth before she could say anything and they started to work on her. They were taking turns on her like running a train on a cheap whore. They let her know they were all fertile bulls and they were going. Bill came back in a moment later, handing me a bar of my soap. He went off again, looking for towels. He returned and I saw him put a towel in the rack and he slid open the shower door, "Need this?" he said, as he passed me a bottle of shampoo. I smiled as I realized I would need that too.I finished my shower and got out, first drying myself, and then wrapping myself in the same damp towel. I hadn't yet opened my cases for my robe. I combed out my wet hair and went to the living area where Bill. “It’ll have to do. Mike, you better start practicing your lock picking.” Simone said.“No way...” he replied. “I’m so far out of practice it would take me a decade to get caught up.”“I’ve got this,” Rodderick replied. He reached into the bag at his feet and pulled out a small pouch. Opening it, he started putting everything anyone would ever need to pick a door lock. “I built this when I joined the bureau, it’s got everything.”Mike picked up some of the picks. “This looked custom made,” Mike.