Then I felt her fingers graze along the soft flesh of my inner thigh and move up to my pussy. I gasped as I felt her touch along my pussy lips…Then ...he fingers were gone, and I felt only disappointment…‘Good. Your thighs are now a similar colour to your bottom. Time to go over my knee, now, Sarah, so I can spank you with my hairbrush…’I stood up, slightly unsteady on my feet. Heather’s pink panties were still on my head, and I felt Lisa removing them.‘Now, Sarah, I’m going to gag you for this. I finally got out and dried off when the water started getting' too cold. When I stepped into the kitchen wearin' just a pair of pants and carryin' my boots n' shirt, Beth had just taken the cake out of the oven and set the pans on a rack to cool. She looked at me n' got kind of a little grin on her face n' said, "I think we've got time to explore some of those substitutes now if you feel up to it."I just dropped everything on the floor and followed her up the stairs, unbuttonin' my pants along. I did as I was told and after running the sponge over my back a few times Mrs. Dunn soaped up the sponge then began to wash my balls, I very nearly shot my load there and then but just about managed to hold it back, Mrs. Dunn then asked if I was ok with her washing my private parts, I moaned a sure it’s no problem and to my delight her over hand gripped my erection and she slowly started to jerk me of under the pretence of washing my cock. There I was on my hands and knees getting wanking off. The faster they came for her the better. My job was to make her feel safe. Kind of like her security guard. Lucky for me nothing went South during her adventures. We would go to local bars. Since we hardly ever went to them no one knew her. We weren't regulars. After a couple of lame weekends she hit the jackpot and a bar that was just perfect for outside fun. The bar faced a main road but it had an alley on the right side that was fairly dark and lead to the parking lot behind the bar. Lot of.