I open the door just enough for you to see my face. I smile and tell you to close your eyes. Obedient, you comply. I look at your pressed khaki pants ...nd spotless polo shirt...you are badly in need of some kink. I lead you through the door into the room, grateful that no one is in the hallway to get an eyeful of my leather bustier, stockings and obvious fetish-wear 5 inch heels. Oh, and the strap-on dildo would surely have been a dead giveaway that wonderfully nasty things were going to happen. The anticipation felt heavy in the air. She sat down between them, placing a hand on each mans thigh, slowly rubbing up and down their leg. Each rub moving further and further up. Shortly each man is groping her breasts through her shirt and bra, feeling her nipples hardening to their touch. Her hands moved to the hard cocks growing in their pants. Feeling them grow in response to her, stroking them slowly through the material. The guys wanted more and start to lift her shirt and help with her. To her relief, there was a well in the square next to the village green. A couple of young men were standing beside it as she approached.With a pang of fear, she saw the lascivious way these two young bucks were looking at her. She knew how beautiful and desirable she still was, even in her present dishevelled and dusty state. With the strength draining out of her and no hope of fighting off an attack, she feared the worst as she tottered towards them, gasping out that she was thirsty and must. Jim drove ten kilometers to a house which he rented a week ago. They entered the large, rustic, five bedroom log cabin, which was complete with kitchen, food and supplies. Everyone's odor meant that showers were in order, as well as shaving for the men. Cynthia was given the opportunity to shower first. Gladys joined her but restrained herself from what she wanted to do with the girl. Cynthia had an amazing body. Full breasts, a small trimmed patch of pubic hair covering the lips of her sex,.