She feels as good as she looks.’ When we were in the room, Jack locked the door, but not before he put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. This was i...–my moment to feel guilt, to back out, or whatever. Guilt failed to rear its head, but lust was near at hand, and I wasn’t going to pass up this incredible opportunity. ‘For the record, you appear to be a married lady,’ Dan said, taking me in his arms. ‘Is there a story here?’ ‘Oh, yeah. There’s a story all right. My husband cheated on me and I’m out. With the top down. I noticed Steve was wearing apair of swimsuit trunks that were a little large and Icould easily see his erection through it.It seemed that there were a LOT of trucks on the roadthat day, but it’s probably my imagination. Anyway,about 10 miles out my husband said, “Okay Paula, youlittle cunt. I think you should show Steve yourappreciation for being seen with a slut like you inpublic.”God, I was WET as I pulled his shorts down. Steve’scock was nicer than. At least she had been allowed to wear swimsuit bottoms and she realized that these were the first clothes she had worn in weeks.The final humiliation was being the serving tray. Dinner was finished and Jill announced that she would serve dessert in a few minutes. She took Faith into the kitchen where she strapped her to a serving cart. Then, she proceeded to layer her body with bits of fruit and whipped cream. She was wheeled back into the dining room and five hungry mouths feasted on the fruit. "By then we were alone, the rear guard has passed on by so I figured the captain would not mind some freelancing on my part."All right," I said, noticing that the rain had finally stopped or at least paused. "You ride on back toward the hill, and I'll shadow you. You don't mind being bait in a trap, do you?"She smiled, shook off her blanket, leaned out of her saddle and kissed me hard and well while I caressed her back and butt before she lowered herself back to the saddle.She trotted on up the.