I moaned as I felt fingers caressing my pussy lips and when one of the hands came out, glistening and wet, it was clear that my juices were flowing. "...inger me," I said. And they did.We moved slightly to make it a bit less obvious what was going on using the cover of some nearby trees. One of the lads lay in front of us with the towel whilst, behind this makeshift barrier, I sucked the cock of the other one. Dan got really frisky as I sucked his cock and pulled my bikini bottoms off. He threw. I did the same in my bedroom looking for comfortable clothes to relax in. I could hear shopping bags opening and a lot of animated conversation as the two girls retreated. I put on a pair of casual black sports pants with lots of room in the front for my cock, but still a bit dressy looking. On top I put on a retro black Che Guevara cotton t-shirt from my university days, a nice black Kimono style robe with a ribbon tie waist belt that was loose and comfortable. I slipped some soft Moccasin. Another rope had been folded in half and looped around her belly. The loosestrands of this rope were brought around to the front of her waist, droppedthrough the folded loop and pulled down between her legs where it was thenpulled up her backside wedging itself in-between the lips of her pussy. Therope between her legs was pulled so tight that it felt as if it had burroweditself deep into her crotch. The loose ends had then been tied tightly to therope wrapped around her wrists. Any movement by. A wooden massage table was open and set up to one side, with neatly rolled towels placed on top. The entire room was also lit only with tea lights and lemongrass scented candles, and the most calming energy exuded from the chamber. ‘Please sir,’ she extended her arm for Cyrus to enter the room. ‘Please remove the robe and lie on your stomach on the bed. You can use the towel to cover yourself if you like. The massage therapist will be with you shortly.’ As she left, Cyrus removed his robe, hung.