"Actually, er..." For once John found himself speechless. Something aboutthe salon and this woman did not sit right, but he soon found a wellmanicured...hand with bright pink nails wrapping around his wrist. Momentslater that same hand, as well as its partner was placed on John'sshoulders as he seated himself into the overly comfortable salon chair."Now, hun, my name is Rachel and have I got a look for you!" gushed thewoman. "Why don't you just sit back and relax and I'll fix a lil'something that. Being without sex for six weeks, it was all I could do to remind myself that that was MY WIFE down there, tied down and helpless, about to be mass raped by a prison full of convicts."C'mon, let's go down and say hello to her." He pointed to the elevator that led down to the ground floor below. I meekly followed him and the two guards followed me. Once down there, I could see clearly what the situation was. The men were watched closely by all the guards. I walked slowly up to Denise, the men. The adults were also frolicking in the water splashing each other, as well as their children.After about twenty minutes of play, Kim swam over to Sally and hung on the edge of the pool next to her. They hoisted themselves out of the water and sat with their feet dangling in the pool, watching the others play."This seems so natural," Sally said to Kim. "Sometimes I don't even realize I'm naked." I know," Kim giggled. "It's not like when the other kids are around. I love when it's just our. Her mother also accompanies us. Then she asks me to play some of her Bollywood favorites most of the time melodies. Weekly 2-3 times she invites me. She read books when I am playing for her.I don’t have any problem with this. The main thing is that my moat of the pocket money source is the person who is sitting in front of me. She always cares about her dressing. Most of the time she wears salwar along with the shawl. She even never gives a glimpse of her private parts.Also, I don’t have any.