“Yes Sir, Mmm I so needed that, thank you,” I tremble. “I’m not done with you just yet, my wee sub.” You come up, kissing my lips. I taste...the sweet musky aroma of my juices on your lips, and kiss you deeply. I never know what you might have planned, and really I don’t care. It’s always amazingly perfect. Our kiss parts, and as you kneel up, you have me move to my hands and knees. My arse is right there for you, and you bring your hand swiftly down upon it. The loud crack against my skin. She stood up obviously enjoying four guys looking at her naked, bent over in the water with her butt sticking up and started sucking and licking my penis with passion. Jim and George came closer and started touching her breasts and kissing whatever part of her body was above the water. They sat next to me on either side with their dicks sticking up and my wife started giving them hand jobs while sucking me. I saw Todd was already excited again and I nodded so he can go behind her. He started. It was low-cut enough to display just the right amount of cleavage. Below her bare midriff were the silken pants, which Clara had hoped were just a hallucination, hanging loosely around her legs. Clara stood dumbfounded in front of the mirror for a few seconds, a look of utter dread upon her face. When the shock had subsided enough for something resembling rational thought to form within her mind, Clara decided that she needed to get out of this place, now! Before anything even more bizarre. Dave stood on the top stair and leant on the rail. The sight of Van’s tiny Vietnamese body thrashing and moaning on his bed, made him forget the idea of an afternoon nap. His eyes roved around the room, her reflection in Betsy’s big mirror catching his eye before her loud excited cry brought his eyes back to the bed. He listened as her moans of pleasure reached a crescendo and gradually decreased, his eyes now riveted on her small brown body. ‘I’m not into watching,’ he thought, but he did not.