On top of my towel sat a pair of panties. I reached out to them and held them up in front of me about head high. I studied the thin black material onl... for a second before I saw the message written upon the steamed mirror. "Put them on." The message was simply worded, but complex in content. "Put them on?" I contemplated. I thought about ignoring the message and getting dressed. Then I considered the two glasses of wine that my wife had with dinner and figured that she was feeling a bit. I have gotten ass fucked before but this was amazing. It felt fantastic, having my boss fuck the same ass, thats been flashing him for months. He fucked my ass like a mad man, for what seemed like hours. He finally grunted and shoved his cock in to the hilt. I felt his hot cum, shooting up inside my ass. He slowly pulled his cock out and the cum leaked out of my ass. As I lay there, trying to recover, I saw a few flashes, and realized someone was taking pictures. He rolled me over on my back. Something pale. It was Greta, and indeed she appeared hurt. She stumbled, picked herself up and pushed on — toward them. Tom turned to Loopy."Let me handle this," he whispered. "I paid for it. Go on back to the hotel."Loopy shrugged. Greta looked pretty harmless. He would have enjoyed watching the fun, but the customer is always right. He turned and walked away.Greta came into the clearing without stopping or looking. She was in too much pain and too weak to take precautions. She just wanted to. " Mrs.Rutger said softly but with steel in her voice. "Please…Mrs. Rutger. I'm not wearing panties or a bra." Tami saidsoftly, trying desperately to hide her embarrassment. Mrs. Rutger looked at her in disgust. "Tami, you rarely wear panties orbras. Don't you think we're fully aware of that? Now take that halter top andthat skirt off. NOW!" The shout was plainly audible to everyone despite no microphones and Tamijumped, her fingers flying to the bottom of her halter top. In frightened.