“Jessica, and yours?” She asked back. “Jack.” I replied. “Well Jack, you have some serious knots in your back!” She said some what laughin.... “I do apologize, I have a lot of stress.” I said. “What do you have to stress about?” “Nothing really, just I do a lot of thinking, and worrying about friends and family and stuff like that, I can’t really stop, but its okay with me, gives me something to do.” I heard her laugh a little at the end. “Well, Jack, this isn’t healthy.” She said her hand on a. Without turning round I passed back the bar of soap and said, “Be a darling and wash my back.”My back was being expertly washed and I thought to myself, Tom lad, you’re getting better in your old age.Slowly and with gentle strokes, Tom’s hands soaped my back going lower and lower until his hands were caressing my buttocks and down my legs.Working his hands up my inner thigh he gently brushed against my pussy, making me whimper with the pleasure he was giving me.A finger pushed against my pussy. “Oh yes, and much further,” she replied. For some reason I still can’t explain, this made me feel rather jealous. “Tell me...” I urged, sitting forward in my chair. “Well... with all respect to you and your lovely Slut of a wife, I’ve never seen anything like it,” she replied, the tone of her voice making it clear she wasn’t exaggerating. “She put up a bit of resistance but Steve’s very good at overcoming that as you well know.” Having watched him effortlessly and efficiently seduce my own. "Denise jumped to her feet."You can't!" Not only can, I am going to, so who is it going to be, any volunteers?" he asked mockingly."These people are my guests. I am responsible for their being here. Please don't hurt them." All right then," he said, grabbing Denise by the hair and yanking her onto her knees in the aisle, placing the gun to her temple and pulling back the hammer, "you'll do just fine." No, please don't... take me instead," screamed Lynn jumping up from her seat.The gunman smiled.