Bowman was trying to follow the picture trying to cum at the same time, she made me jump as she wailed,‘Elaine! Why did you leave me? I need you to ...elp me cum, I can’t do it without you, please come back!’She sounded so frustrated, in the end I had to tear myself away before I pulled up my dress and frigged myself to orgasm also, in case I got caught. I quietly pulled the bedroom door to and busied myself in the other rooms tidying. After quite some time putting it off, I needed to get into. Underneath she was wearing a cotton housecoat like the ones hotel maids wear. But this was more like the smock things nurses wear with trousers so the hem finished well above her knees. Even better the bottom button was undone so from side on I could see a fine expanse of inner thigh clad in dark tan nylon … mmmm I thought … nice. She asked where the others were and I explained the situation.Have you been keeping up with the cleaning rota she asked? Well sort of, as best we can, I replied. So. He massages my scalp, working it into a lather. He grabs a facecloth, adding shower gel and proceeds to wash me all over. He kneels in the shower, grabbing my foot and works the soap around my toes. Over and under my foot, around my ankle, making his way up my calf. Over and around my knee, he washes and massages my leg all the way to my pussy.‘Switch feet’ he tells me. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg.‘Turn around, put your hands on the wall.’He started at my shoulders,. Barbara went to the closest open bar stool and sat down while Randy spoke to one of the two bartenders. He was a big black man of about forty years old maybe six foot five tall. His body had a tremendous build, he was big framed and very muscular. As Randy whispered to the bartender a big smile grew on his face as he glanced toward Barbara. Then they walked over to her where she sat. "Hi there, honey." "I'm Mike, but my friends call me "Bull." "Randy tells me your hot stuff, looking for some.