I love barbequed pork when it’s smoked correctly. We had salad bar, lots of Texas Toast, and some great bbq’d beans, too. Then we returned for our...showers. Actually, I should have said “shower.” It was the start of one long unending orgy for the three of us. This was a pretty small tub shower so they had to take turns. Becky pulled rank and joined me first. I had recovered from my blow job so I got hard in a hurry. I was soaping Becky when she started to suck my cock. I damn near fell—it felt. Ten, thank you SirRight Suzy hold Annie’s shoulders to stop her flinchingYes SirNow it was Annie’s turnThud. One, thank you SirThud. Two, thank you SirAnd so on harder and harder, I had to hold Annie really tight to keep her stillFinally, thud. Ten, thank you SirAnnie was totally in control of herself, not one tear Suzy to the cupboard and fetch two pairs of nipple clampsOn the bed you two slutsSuzy attached a pair to Annie’s nipples and tighten until she gaspsHand the other pair to Annie.. ’ I ignored the sexual implication and walked past the smelly man carrying my supplies. He reeked as much as his prison, a not too dissimilar smell. That miasma of unwashed flesh, corrupted by the accumulated sins they had gathered unto themselves. ‘Take this harlot for example,’ I thought as I stepped in and saw her huddled in the corner. Then she turned to look at me, the dim light from the narrow slit highlighting her face and I saw what my master had spoken of. The face of an angel! That it. Her voice was similarly unreadable.'You are definitely not your mother's daughter, young lady. Your dad's neither.''No. I'm more like yours.' A sob caught in my throat. 'I wish I was yours. I love you, Auntie Vi.'She held me, hugged me and kissed me. I heard her sniff. I thought she was crying. If so, there was a lot of crying going on. Another sniff.'Is that lavender?''Er, yes, I think so...''Nice.'In silence, we embraced. What was she thinking? Would she work it out? Guilt was eating at me..