“Did he say anything about Jenn?” I glanced toward the bathroom and lowered my voice. “He said she was cold, and he thought maybe she is a lesbi...n,” I tried to convey what he said in a less offensive manner. Riley shook her head, “What a little dick!” “What?” I asked in surprise. I’d never heard Riley say anything in anger. “After breakfast last night, he got real pushy and started grabbing her and trying to put her hand down his pants. Then got pissed and called her a dyke when she told him to. ”“What’s his name? Maybe I know him.”“His name’s James, but I call him daddy,” she says, her voice getting a little higher pitched.“Can you describe him?” I ask.“Well, he’s about your height, really handsome,” she pauses, “and he’s got an amazing penis.”“Oh ya?” I ask amused.“Yes,” she replies with a sly smile.“Can I get you to describe it to me?”“Well, it’s thick and long. I don’t know how big it is, because I’ve never measured it, but every time it’s inside me, it stretches my tight pussy. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping him tight against her. His hands fumbled over the back of her dress until he found what he sought, the zipper. Ripping it open, he pulled it off her shoulders and slid it off of her to the floor. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side and pushed his shirt off his broad back. It was a flurry of motion then as the remaining clothing was hurriedly cast aside. Finally bared to each other, they knelt on the bed, hands gliding up and down fevered. There was a king sized, four posted bed on the back wall that was draped with sheer white curtains. Large pillows were scattered about the room along with various ottomans and chairs. On the end opposite the bed was a set of French doors that opened into a big beautiful bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi large enough for six people.Charlotte and Ashley led Anne into the bathroom and Ashley ran a bath in the huge tub while Charlotte slowly removed Anne's clothes. Anne was ver self-conscious and.