She followed me into the shower and I steered her under the spray, starting to wash her lovingly. I shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp while sh... purred appreciatively. Then I conditioned her hair, rinsed it and started over. “This is like the best spa treatment ever,” she moaned, relaxing into the feeling of being spoiled completely.I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her while I took the hand-held nozzle to rinse the second round of conditioner out of her hair, careful not to spray her in. Did I? No." So this is a diary of the trip?" I asked."I think we both know the answer to that," he answered.Shawn and I both waited him out."All right. Yes. I'm sure it is a diary kept by someone who accompanied us on the trip." It ends the same day you returned," Shawn observed."So it does," Pete said softly. "I imagine the party was pretty much over after everyone learned of your article. But as you note, Shawn, I wasn't there." And the BDSM?" I asked."Neither the Governor nor I have any. Sally was my girl and I was loving every minute of it.I was even thinking about maybe asking her to marry me. Sure, I was still uneasy with the "monopolization" issue, but Sally's enthusiasm for our relationship hadn't faltered, and hey, I couldn't force the woman to go out with other guys. Could I?If she wanted only me, what could I say? She was demonstrating great judgment!Right about then was when Gregory Prescott came into the picture.Gregory Prescott was the older brother of one of Sally's. The third was the opposite, with the other man assuming the Cock sucking position. Then they were fucking, with one man on his knees while the carving showed the others huge Cock in his ass, and the next was the other way around. In all there were twelve carvings, all depicting men sucking and fucking, except for the last one which showed two men between a large horned demon, their Cocks extended and in the demons hands. When I saw that carving, my Cock got so hard I had to open my pants to.