“Yeah, hi,” the girl on my left said. “We're selling Candy's.”“O-kay,” I said, noting they didn't have a case or box of candy in sight.“...ome on in,” I said. “Let's see what you've got.”The girls giggled, looked around and stepped into the living room. I pulled the screen door shut behind them, but left the inside door open. The darker-haired girl stepped over to the couch and sat down with her legs slightly spread. Her skirt was short enough it rode up her slender thighs as she sat. I thought I. But she didn’t want to put the blouse back on. Too much oil on her back, she said. It would stain.Joel said this was the perfect time for her to try out the hot tub; the hot water would wash off the massage oil. “You can keep your bra on; it’s just like a bathing suit top,” he suggested.So it was, that after deferring many of their invitations, we ended up in the tub. Melanie in her bra and panties, me in my underwear. Joel and Camille were fine with stepping into the hot tub wearing just. Then it was morning and Phil awakened her with a long kiss and his fingers pinching a nipple."Let's get on the road," Phil urged, slapping the women's bare bottoms as he urged them from the beds. Mavis noted that Terry's eyes were red, there was an almost petulant pout on her puffy lips. Phil must have kept her awake and fucked her most of the night, she thought as she and Terry dressed in silence.As they drove into Salt Lake City, Mavis wondered idly whether little Becky had gotten her. .. that's not who I am for you ... I came here to be your slave. I want you to treat me like one." I think I can do that," I whispered back. "Your Mistress and I will have to come up with an appropriate slave name for you, my dear." Thank you, Master," she sucked on my ear and I had to resist the urge to throw her down on the bed next to our spouses and fuck the shit out of her right there."Watch them, slave," I said firmly as we turned our attention back to the foursome on the bed.Melinda had.