Her lathered up hands continued to slither over my shoulders, chest, stomach and were on their way to my groin before I realized that if she touched m... in just the right place down there, I would loose it all and be denied the ultimate enjoyment that the union of our bodies could bring.She must have known it too because she stopped, turned around, and said, "OK, its your turn to do me, and don't miss anything."I soaped my hand and began to rub them across the velvety skin that was presented to. I wasn't heartbroken about her walking out, but I was pretty upset about it. I was sitting at Millie's kitchen table a couple of hours after the big blow-up, and we were drinking iced tea.She listened to the whole story, then reached across the table and held my hand. "Derek, you know you did exactly the right thing. I completely understand your wanting to help your friend, but it turned out to be a mine field, didn't it?" Jeez, Millie, it's hard for me to believe she could even say anything. Just to make sure everyone is a match we have a little meet and greet, dinner and drinks. A few days later the couple email, wanting us to come over that following weekend. Jumping forward, there we all are, sitting on the back deck having drinks. The guy suggest we hop into the hot tub. We didn't bring bathing suits but before we could say anything, the guy states "want a better way to get everyone nude". Before I knew it the women were nude getting in. The guy leaves to refreshing drinks.. Heconsidered his options again. Go back to El Blanco's office and keepsearching there, or explore the secret basement. He shrugged and pressedonward and opened the door.As the door opened, he heard a man mutter, "Came back for more, eh?" Hello?" asked Stanley, affecting a Spanish accent. "Is someone there?" Wait, you're not Blanco," said the voice.Stanley walked forward. El Blanco's secret room was a concrete box,illuminated by a single lightbulb.Across from the door at the far end of the room,.