With the in between stage of erection and needing to pee it takes a few seconds to get started, he stares at the blank wall before him as his mind wan...ers to thoughts of the waitress… ‘Damn she must have thought me an asshole, but that’s life some days’ he thought as he wondered if she would still be around when he came back ashore… In the mean time Sally sees the ten dollar bill he left on the table and thinks perhaps this guy is not so bad. “What the fuck…I'm going to give him a little. She was opening me up, getting me ready to accept her. “Tell me what you want.” Molly ordered. “I want you to fuck me.” I replied. “Again, what do you want?” Molly asked. “I want you to fuck me.” I replied again. “Are you asking? Are you begging?” Molly teased. “Yes fuck me. Please fuck me. Please give me your cock. Please fuck me.” I begged. Molly had total control over me. I felt her hard cock rub up and down my opening. I pulled my cheeks apart to try and giver her better access, quicker. Starting from my feet, he cleaned each toe before moving slowly up my legs. Slow is nice sometimes, but not now. I wanted him but realized something. ‘Scott, we have a situation here. I’ve left my protection in the room.’ There was a big smile on his face. ‘That means we get to try other things, don’t we?’ He leaned over and kissed me. He kept washing me and for some unknown reason concentrated on my pussy and breasts, finishing with washing my hair. He made me feel like a queen, all. Finally they both came down from the high of their orgasm, and lay back, their heads hitting "our" pillows, as they whispered to each other. Their whispering was so slight and I watched, with great fascination and interest, as Master, in particular, was whispering right into Mary's ear, and watching her reactions, somewhat of surprise, somewhat of shock, giggling with that infernal high-pitched girly giggle of hers, smiling and at first seeming not to fully grasp or understand, but then nodding.