I walked back to the cabin and stood in front of the door, ready to knock, when I realised that I probably wouldn’t be allowed to enter. There was a...simple way around the problem though. I just visualised the appearance of my recent victim and within moments, I was the perfect replica of him. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment before the door was opened and a girl whose name I couldn’t quite place peeked from behind the door with an unsure expression on her face.Her face quickly lit. A pastime that I honestly couldn’t say whether or not their girls were doing as much these days – But I had not been; Namely because I’d been spending a much larger chunk of my free time lately engaging in another favorite pastime – Namely; Fucking – The 3 of them. Sometimes together; Sometimes separately. Lately, With Dana in particular; Often separately. We had become frequent enough partners that I’d come to know crying out to various incarnations of the almighty was a cliché habit of Dana’s. “I’m sure they do,” I replied.“Would you like to see them?” Tandra asked.The fear of me getting caught ran through my mind.“I better not,” I replied.Tandra stood up in the waist deep hot tub, facing me and untied the tie to her string bikini top, allowing it to drop into the water. She had unabashedly placed her assets on full display for me to see.Holy crap!She cupped her 38-D cup breasts in her hands, smiled and proffered a very pronounced wink. Her nipples stood perfectly perched on top of. She looked longingly at the cupboard where the bags of implements were kept and decided that they needed an outing soon. However, Melanie Pearson had learned her lesson. She did not want a repeat performance of being punished by her editor, Ms Bryant, and most importantly, by the young secretary, whose dose of corporal punishment had meant that she had been unable to sit down properly for eight days. She also wanted to avoid upsetting her girlfriend Diane, who had punished her on her return.