This was our time. Time away from jobs and family. Time for you and me. After a nice dinner of fillet mignon, baked potato and a salad we sat on the c...uch in front of the fireplace. Your arms wrapped around me and my head back against you. The cabin was quiet and we could hear the crackling of the firewood. After a while the only words of the night were spoken by you, "Hot tub!" We got up and you held your hand out to me. Reaching out for it I took it as you led us outside. The lights were on. She turned my way and asked me to hand her a box and she would put it away. I picked a box up and turn to give it to her, when I turned her way my face was staring right into her bikini covered pussy. I just stared for a moment then Taylor got my attention. “Up here” she said. I recovered and handed up the box, when she turned to put the box in the attic her I was looking straight at her ass. On third box after she put it away, Taylor stumbled. She fell right into my arms and we fell back to. He kissed me down to the top of my jeans and started to unzip my pants. Then he slid back on his hands and knees, and with one quick tug removed my jeans and panties.Dave spread my legs apart with a firm hand and positioned himself on top of me. My beaver was wet with the juice of my erotic lust. I took his penis in my hand and squeezed it tightly in my sweaty palm. I slowly slid my hand up and down the length of his shaft tugging it up and down.Then I began to guide him inside of me. He. Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women he would sometimes meet at bars. He certainly wasnt deprived of sex, but he had been working at the place for six years and was tired of the mundane repetitiveness. He broke protocol by strip searching her himself, instead of calling down a female officer.