"You going swimming?" She asked."Uh... sure!" I said, trying to appear cool with this whole thing."Just hang your stuff here." She said, indicating th... row of hooks on the wall. "There's plenty of robes here. Just take the one you like."I hesitated just long enough to watch Christine get completely nude, hang here clothes on a hook, and put on a short terry cloth robe. Jeff was not far behind, and I tried not to let Christine see me checking out Jeff's muscle tone as he got naked. I couldn't. A small bottle of "Poison" perfume had been included with the cosmeticsand I spayed generous amounts on my neck and d?colletage then a quicksquirt under my skirt. 'An old girl like me remembers old tricks Iguess,' I thought, almost breaking into a smile despite the helplessnessof my situation.'Carmel; you might be a prison brothel madam and fag-hag but sometimesyour blood's worth bottling!' I thought to myself when I saw the tell-tale rectangular bulge in one of the side pockets of the. That Friday I put on the sluttiest dress and lingerie that I have. Black lacy corset that ties in the back with a red ribbon. John helped me cinch it tight as he loves my thin waist and large breasts. I had matching panties and garter belt. I put on black stockings with the seam up the back. And of course the Black heels with the red bottoms. I applied my make-up heavier than usual. I was getting more and more turned on with the anticipation of how the night would unfold. John and I drove. Sometime I took out my finger and kneaded her buttocks with my hand; they were soft like jelly. “why do you scratch your ass so often?” I asked, still fingering her. “what can I do if they itch?” “wait, I will get you something.” And I walked back to my room and came back with a tube of bet ovate c. I dabbed the cream on my finger and applied it to her rectum. “you should use this regularly. It’s good. I used to scratch my cock and balls in the hostel; one of my friends suggested this to me and.