It swirled around me, giving my sore muscles blessed relief. The heated water soothed me in ways I hadn’t expected, and I gave in to it, allowing th... water level to rise to my face, warming me from top to bottom.At some point in the dream I became aware that I had company in the spa. Another body, much softer than mine, floated nearby, occasionally bumping against me. Each bump reminded me that my companion was soft in all the right ways. As I lolled around in the spa I started to wonder who. Randi. Karen. April's boyfriend. And it was not a miraculously beautiful ass like some of Laura's girlfriends had. Not like Chanitra's, or Jane's, or even Yvette's or Kendra's or Randi's, to name other thrilling bottoms. But Laura didn't think of it as big. It only looked bigger since April was short. On a taller girl, it would be a swelling, curvy, high, hard, out-jutting masterpiece.And now she had her hands all over it, yelping and mewling softly as April's wet, insistent mouth on her. His lazy fucking grand pa, the freakish twins, that cock sucking arrogant cop cousin and don't even get him started on junior.He smiled remembering the narrowed eyed cop cousin explain his predicament in a little desperation"I caught us some hot pussy today, but one of them high tailed it. We've got to find her."The trucker remembered how it had been himself who had casually directed the girls into the clutches of his family but he said nothing to take the glory. Instead he mentioned to his. M., so that I could have my date withTommy. She was always as good as her word.Riding in the limo, I did feel a little bit like a "working girl."I mean, I was trading sex for the stuff The Miniskirt Club needed,right?But I was OK with that. Because the other girls told me that Mr.Gotbux was an excellent lover.So it was OK, right?Mr. Gotbux made no pretext that anything other than sex was happeningwith girls like me.The limo driver dropped me at a big mansion. I wiggled in in my four-inch.