The tripfrom Boulder to Salt Lake had gotten off to a poorstart and had gone downhill from there. The harder theytried to make good time, the more del...ys theyencountered.First there was the seemingly never-ending constructionalong US40. Judy had even gone along with George’sdecision to run the stupid single lane, by passing inthe construction equipment lane, which they could seehad nothing in it. The girl holding the stop sign wasflabbergasted when he took off around the other carslined. I’d been a little tipsy then, too. More than a little tipsy. A little horny, too. Scott and Holly had stayed late, helping to clean up a bit after the other guests had left. After all, it was a short walk home for them. One thing led to another and different kind of party started up, one in which I was again the star attraction…“God, you look hot, Bunny. Your nipples… just… amazing. Bet your pussy’s wet too.”Apparently Scott hadn’t forgotten the party either.“Yeah,” I mumbled, transfixed in. We applied oil and started on his shoulders and back with long “Swedish” style strokes for a good 10 minutes. I was trying to mirror Helen as we moved on to his legs and thighs. Helen then drizzled some oil on his butt and we both rubbed his backside, occasionally teasing his inner thighs. She moved on to his crack and the sensitive zone between balls and ass. I reached down further between his legs and, watching all the while, saw the tip of his cock peer out as he got hard. I applied a little. You must remove your clothes immediately."A ball of fear and frustration came up in her throat as she started hyperventilating. She knew this type of event is very strict and she had very little choice now, she had to follow orders."Remove your tshirt immediately!"Deep down inside she hoped this will help her get out of this humiliating experience that had the potential of getting much worse for her. So with shaky hands she grabbed the waistline of her white tshirt and started moving it.