The three giggled like teenagers as they tip-toed their way. past the lounge towards the den. Aman stopped to listen at the slightly ajar lounge door ...s he came to it. The beer had clouded his senses, but the deep, groaning voices from within startled him. back to sobriety. For a moment, Aman forgot that his friends were with him and burst in through the door.“What the fu-”“Oh my god, Aman! What the hell are you doing back?” cried his wife Patty, as she saw her husband enter the room. Her face. So sharing a bathroom was not going to be a big deal. There was nothing to hide. After we unpacked and changed into our swimming suits, we walk down to the lake. We spent the day at the dock on the water swimming or skiing.As the day rolled into the night we kept the party going continuing to drink and grilling out. It was beginning to get late and around midnight, the crowd started to thin as people started to go to bed. Finally it was down to me, my wife, Anthony and a girl named Jennifer.. It was no longer empty. Worse, there was a man. Although it helped somewhat ... a little anyway ... that he too was naked in a prisoner rack, wearing a collar and nothing else. Calling him a ‘man’ might have been generous, he couldn’t have been eighteen yet. He wasn’t even seated, he had been left against the wall. There were also five women, two in racks, three not. All five were seated, facing the naked slave, none of us women wore a collar. His cock was standing stiff, The one woman sitting. "Mmm ... it's so hard ... what made it like that do you suppose?" It was your body that did it, Sweetie." Maybe another body between us helped some ... do you think?" No, it was just you." I don't think so, but no matter ... how about you just stick it in me?" You want me to give your cunt a good fucking? Let me see how wet it is," a pause and then, "Oh yes it is all ready for me."Very shortly after, I could hear Mom making little mewling noises and Daddy grunting. "Ew, ew, ew," she would say.