There was an awkward silence for a bit as Chris lied on the bed covered in his cum with my cum still leaking from him. Was he upset at what I had call...d him? I didn’t know, but I had to make my move. “So little slut, did you like being used by your Master?” There was no pretense now, only straightforward questions. Chris paused for a bit, then stuck a few of his fingers in his own asshole, scooping up my cum and bringing to his mouth. He sucked all the cum off his fingers, playing with it in. “All the outlets here are two-prong! The cable won’t even fit! Who the fuck still has two-prong outlets?”“I’ve got an adapter that should work,” Britney offered.“It doesn’t work that way. That third prong is the ground wire. You can’t just connect it to nothing.”“I use it all the time.”“God dammit, Britney, if I fry my uncle’s SUV, he’s going to bludgeon me with a cactus! Assuming we ever make it back home at all!”Having no other options, she used the adapter and plugged in the charger, hoping. The steam room was close to the showers so I opted for that to be venture-number-one at the club. Once my eyes became accustomed to the steam-filled room, I found it was empty, so I sat naked on my towel.My cock was still standing to attention, which was unusual for me. I normally only get hard for a minute or two then go all floppy. Suddenly the door opened and a chap aged about thirty who obviously works out due to his well formed six pack, and an older guy about late fifties with a well. He slowly out his palm in between my boobs and my arm.He was caressing my boobs and also pressing my waist once in a while. I was enjoying their feel of this old man. Now he was sitting so close to me that even air could not pass between us. As usual, with some foreplay, I was also leaning towards him. His other hand was on my thigh and he started to slowly press it. I was damn getting wet in my pussy. Now he started pressing my boobs and he put his hand into my bra less nighty.He was pinching.