To their right was a popular sex machine featured in an area curtained off but still viewable. A male dominant had his slave riding it while she sucke... his cock. The next area had a piece of furniture that was a giant X with ankle and wrist restraints at either end, the space was empty but the candles scattered about it made it look very appealing. There were two huge cages directly in front of them, each held a tortured submissive. People circled one of the cages and every so often someone. The music was soothing with the background of the gentle waves of the Gulf. Both masseuses were immediately at work on our shoulders and backs, working from the head of each table. I could repeated feel Dawn's breasts pressing against the back of my head as she reached toward my waist. I turned my head slightly to watch as Traci's breasts rubbed over Jeannie's head in a similar way as she massaged my lovely young lover. "BabyGirl, does the feel good?" I asked. "Yes, Aunt Misty, this feels. ‘Reynolds!’ he snapped. There was a pause and then, ‘Sam – is that you?’ A timid little voice hesitantly asked. Sam felt his spirits soar. ‘Sarah! Sarah I am so glad that you phoned!’ Sam could not have kept the delight out of his voice even if he had thought to try. ‘Sam!’ The warmth in her voice, just about melted him. ‘I know you said to call you when I got back to London but… well…’ she hesitated. ‘I just wanted to say hello!’ She finished lamely. Sam punched the air and let out a silent,. Memories of last night are running through your mind when you run your finger over my lips and your already hard member is twitching a little at the thought. Running the tip of your fingers softly over them, up and down in a slow steady motion. With the slightest pressure you press one finger between my lips, carefully spreading them and to your surprise I'm a bit wet. Still wet from last night or a very good dream you wonder. Your finger makes its way to my entrance and dips ever so slightly.