All of the lube gets washed away. But they are incredible places to just tease the hell out of each other!”She rose up a little more out of the wat...r and my hungry lips moved down her flesh and latched onto a large puckered nipple proudly pointing at me atop a soft, relaxed breast. Winding her fingers in my hair as she crushed my face to her chest! I could feel her rocking her hips slowly into my abs with slow rotating pelvic thrusts that had my cock pointing up like a needle toward true. We had two trays set up with the coffee and teapot, milk and sugar, cups and biscuits. Just as I was about to pick up one, James looked at me and said, “Would you have done it?”“Whoa! If you mean what you’ve just been saying, this is a far bigger conversation than two seconds before we join the others.”“I know, but in principle.”“James, I don’t answer things even in principle, without proper conversation, you should know me better.”“I can respect that.”“Thanks, let’s get this shit out of the. I am not wearing a bra as Master loves my breasts so they must be easy for him to get to, and my nipples are just visible. Neither am I wearing panties. My blonde, shoulder length hair is in a pony tail and I have applied just a little gloss to make my lips shine. I bite my bottom lip as I'm nervous tonight and watching the clock for when my Master is due back doesn't help. Time seems to have slowed down. Master told me that there would be two others with him when he returns. My mind is. “Where are they?”“I don’t have any condoms. I’m not that sort of, you know… I don’t do that.”“All fags have condoms, for when they take it up the ass. Or do you like it bare-back, you fag queer?”“Look, fellas. I’m not a fag. I’m not a queer and I don’t have any condoms, all right?”I sigh as a female voice then enters the fray.“What’s going on, Pell?”“We’ve found a fag queer spying on us and he won’t give us any money or condoms.”“What? Spying on us! Give him a slap, Pell, the dirty perv.”I.