Lloyd and Janice were grinning at my naivete but I was positive that they’d both got a kick out of the act. We had another drink and left the cl...b. When we were in the car Janice said, “I feel like doing some more drinking. Why don’t we all go to our place? We’ve got plenty of booze.” I had a hunch that something was afoot here; just a feeling that this might turn out to be an even more interesting night. “Good idea”, I agreed. When we got settled in. “I broke my promise about not raping you,” I explained.He cackled with laughter. “If I remember rightly you did qualify it with, ‘unless I wanted you too’.”I grinned at him, got up and turned the steaks. I came back, stepped into his arms and kissed him. He happily wrapped his arms around me. He slid his hands over the soft material covering my arse and kissed me back.I reluctantly freed myself and served up dinner. “Sorry again, I never asked what you wouldn’t eat,” I said, sitting in the. My companions made me dance with several fat old men from out of town. I was told to let them fondle me if they wanted to and not to resist. It did not take long for the men to get the message that I was a slut. Hands went over my breasts and up my very short skirt. I had no underwear. Tongues went into my ears. I could smell the liquor and cigar smoke on their breath. They humped me as we danced. I could feel their hard cocks. During a break in the music, I asked how far I was supposed to. Graydon sat erect, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. He inhaled the hot, moist air through flared nostrils. He forced his chest to swell in shuddering expansions, over-filling his lungs. Time is beads of steam and sweat running down his body, many into his open palms held upward on crossed legs. They cleanse and drain away, soaking into a mat of cedar boughs.Mike ladled a shower of herb-laden water onto the heap of hot stones. A swirling cloud of steam erupts, filling the lodge.He resumed.