“I dreamt we were in a spa,” I whispered.“What kind of spa?” he asked.“It was like ancient Rome. We had a long soak and then a very oily mas...age.”“I’d have gone to sleep.”“Not with the woman who was oiling you playing with your balls the whole time.”“Marilyn!” I squeezed some baby oil into my hand and began massaging him as I continued to tell my little fantasy.“I was getting the same treatment. I thought it was the same woman but maybe they were twins.”“Twins?”“Either that or she was using one. "Hold up Ken, not that one." Marcia yelled, then she pointed to the first of the larger cabins, #7. "We moved your stuff over there while you were gone. I think you'll find a few more surprises as well to welcome Mallory to her new home."Ken smiled and threw the strap of the bag over his shoulder. He then took his daughter's hand and slowly led her over to their new home.The larger cabins had a better floor plan for a family. In the small cabins it was like a motel room. The bathroom was in the. It looked like a scene you’d see in a movie really, a sad teenage girl soaked to the skin, all dressed up walking through puddles. I figured things couldn’t really get much worse, so to make the scene even more meaningful I took my shoes off too and carried them along with me. The gravelly tarmac grabbed at my delicate feet, but the cold dirty road water soothed the pain. My phone buzzed. "Where are you? Xx" It was Ryan, I tried to resist the temptation to reply but he was probably worried.. I hadn’t even kissed Ron. In fact I really wasn’t into that but he reached under my dress and grabbed my cock. Then he kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. “Bend over you sissy slut” he said. Then was a cabinet in the corner of the room and I bend over, bracing myself. Thankfully he had greased his cock and he thrust into me. I squealed and he said “yes squeal you slut. You like it don’t you”. “Yes” I said and began to moan as he buried himself balls deep in my arse. I guess he lasted.