As he stopped touching me, he removed my hand from him, took me out of the steam room (we were pretty well steamed anyway) walked me to the showers an... firmly placed me under one of the showerheads. He started the water, so cold I almost yelped, but he held me there and stepped closer, out cocks touching, still hard from the steam room. "Come with me," he ordered, there was no hint of suggestion or playfulness this time.I followed, naturally, as I forgot about anything, my towel just hanging. ." "Now, my pretty," he asked, reading from the envelope, "where are….." Hestopped for a moment, confused. "Where are my golf clubs?!!" He walked overto his car, and popped open the trunk. They were gone! "I'll never tell……" "Ok, then hang…until you are ready to tell me where they are!" Shetossed her head. "Never!" John opened a folding lawn chair, and sat down in front of his captive wifeto watch the show. For the first few minutes she jerked and twisted againstthe discomfort, but quickly. She was my height and well-muscled with a body that was very nice as she was nude. I just took off my shirt and shorts and left them by the door.“Hi I am Ray and Peg told me you were coming. She is still getting ready and wanted me to greet you and get the party started,” she said as she turned around and walked further into the house.“Steve and I hope she told you good things about me.” I laughed.“That is the only reason you are here. Peg has made told me you are very open-minded so follow me. Whereas before stood perfection now all she sees is a whore with a fresh fruit salad rammed into her sluttish cunt; sort of like Carmen Miranda with her headpiece in the wrong place. There were a lot of exceedingly dreary words after that, like 'existential crisis' and 'soul destroying' and 'desolation of trust' and so on and so forth. Truth be told, I may have nodded off and it's just possible I dreamt everything because I have been having some rather wild and vivid dreams lately. Now, I had.