" Jordan and I nodded.Daren watched our short exchange and walked toward us with a frown. "You didn't ask for a pot, did you?"Jordan arched an eyebrow... "Are you now accusing customers of deception?"He scowled and walked off."What an idiot," Jordan said before he turned the corner. He stopped but then continued wherever he was going.Jordan looked at me and a smile curled her lips. Just like that, the heat of Daren's accusation slid off her back and she was focused on a subject she was more. She’d evidently been serious about sharing the shower as she lay there naked apart from an electric pink strip of material around her thighs that did little to disguise her prominent pubic mound, nor it’s dampness. Her pose was deliberately coy, one leg lifted slightly, the other spread apart, enticing Batgirl to stare at the strip of pink material tightly drawn between her muscular thighs. But Batgirl managed to ignore, with some difficulty, the open invitation of Catgirl’s erotic pose and. My master said, don’t forget the show coming up Saturday night.He then took us up stairs and healed out wounds. From there back to the dungeon for another session with many guys. This went on for an hour and we had an hour rest to heal and eat. This day were were visited 8 times by various guys and once by 10 women. It was a day of orgasms, orgasms and more orgasms. Each of the groups did various things. Some like to whip, some like to fuck and some like to pee all over us. That is. Throughout the day I imagined the vision. I thought about her. I imagined that I was assigned to measure her. I thought about her thighs and imagined reaching out to touch them. The white of the briefs and the smooth lines of her legs enthralled me.That evening, we sat around a campfire and roasted marshmallows. We talked. They asked me about the boys I was around. My uncle gave me a beer, and we had a conversation that made the whole day's drive worthwhile. We laughed and listened to old.