Jared heard water running and then his wife's voice, "I was serious about getting cleaned up stud. And don't forget the sunscreen."Jared was a bit con...used and lay on the bed for a bit. Then he got up and stood in the bathroom's doorway, watching his wife wipe her thighs and groin with a damp washcloth. "Really?" he asked, "You're ready to head out? Where's my horny little fuck bunny?"Stacy had finished and dropped the cloth into the sink. She stepped over to her husband and rested a hand. ”“Thank you, Karen, I know we’d both appreciate that.”Several people were making their way back to their seats so Scott had to move. He made his way towards the empty seat between Diane and Vicky. He shuffled his way to his right, facing Karen, Brenda, Cathy, and Diane. Each one couldn’t help but look at his crotch, looking straight at them. Each one gave Scott a courtesy smile looking up at him.Scott had a birdseye view down each woman’s top at their nice-looking breasts. He wondered why each. Solid B cups and a little more in the behind. I modeled it for Brent and asked if it would be too much, or too little, for that matter. He didn't see a problem, then asked me to remove it and gave me a very nice hard fucking. Hmm.So I flew back to my hometown and checked into the hotel where the event was taking place. That the town actually had a nice hotel was a major improvement. I took a nap, to rest up for what was probably going to be a long night of talking, dancing, and mingling. I'm. Underneath it in loopy cursive was the inviting question, Feeling Up To Snuff?™Most of the screen was occupied by an attractive, heavily made-up model wearing some kind of black leather dominatrix outfit, with a hooded mask covering most of her head. She held an executioner’s axe in her gloved hands that was nearly as tall as she was.“Whoa! Check out this lady” I chuckled.“She’s an Executrix” said Emily matter-of-factly, not looking away from the screen as she carefully entered her friend’s.