As Stoner put it, “There are way too many bad ass bikers for them to challenge”. So we all took off our tops and I spent the rest of the weekend, ...earing only the tiny patch over my cunt or nothing, at all.As we rode off again down the road next to the beach, I became so relaxed and happy to be essentially nude in public. Not sure whether that was an actually feeling or the euphoric feeling of all the cocaine running through my system. One of my jobs during the evening was to hand out samples. Finally she was done and she dropped her hands. She stepped away from him and turned around. "And now I get to wash you." she said.He stood stock still, knowing he shouldn't let her do this. But he was confused. He'd been fingering her sweet little pussy for years. How could this be so much worse? By then it was too late. Jill, for some reason, didn't seem to think that anything was dirty on him except his hard cock. She decided to wash THAT first. She got down into a squat, soaped up her. ‘Sssssshuuuuuu gaaaaaah puuuussssssy, tha’s riyat ma’am!’ I quipped in a heavy southern accent. ‘And that’s a sincere assumption it is!’ I concluded with a smile. Her expression went to one of amazement and her mouth rounded in a loud gasp and laugh as I gave her hiney a slight smack with my fingers as she passed by me into the living room. ‘Wow, VERY nice place you got here, Jim, VERY nice! You’re not into horror and movies are you?’ She said and chuckled looking around at the layout. I. I finally notice you again, and you have taken off all of your clothes. I look lovingly at you, enjoying the sight of your body. You tell me to sit up, and I do so, as you get into the tub and sit down behind me. I feel your legs come around beside me, and your hands on my back. You begin to massage my back, loosening the muscles and relaxing the tension of the humiliating day. I close my eyes and enjoy the relaxation you are providing me. Your hands continue their wonderful work on my back,.