Immediately, I realized Id overstepped my bounds. We didnt really know eachother very well, so she gave me kind of a strange look, but then finally da...ted off upstairs. Pretty soon, I heard the water running through the pipes and realized she was taking a shower. Now I was starting to feel a little out of place, regretting my agreement to Jake. My dick had been rubbing a little bit all day, so I took a look around me, then stuck my hand in my pants and adjusted myself. I was also getting sort. We made some small talk about where we were from, the weather, and some of the sites at the poolside area and how much we appreciated the skimpy swim suits on some of the women. It was all pleasant chat and we both had several drinks. Phil, we will call him, said he really appreciated how some of the older women really wore some revealing swim suits and wished his wife would as well. My wife would never wear something very revealing and he agreed his wouldn't either. Then we both discussed how. She went to the kitchen and brought a knife back and cut open the packing tape and opened the top. Under the flap she found a bundle of instructions. She pulled it out and read the front, "Wilson's Spank-o-Matic" was in bold print above a picture of the contraption. The picture looked a little like a picnic table. There was a padded horizontal surface on top flanked by two smaller padded shelves on either side that jutted further out. The implication was that the - user? victim? Claire couldn't. When Mikky came back from using the bathroom, I started to suck on her cock right away. I was hoping to taste some of her pee, she had still in her. I then ask if she would do me a favor, and she said she would. I asked her, the next time she needed to pee, if she'd take me into that bathroom, with her. She asked why, I told her I wanted to taste her pee, straight form her cock. She agreed, and we drifted off to sleep. Two hour later, she woke up and told me she had to pee. I asked her if I.