At any rate, it was thoroughly hard when the attendants dried us off and directed us to one of the larger cubicles, fitted out with two massage tables...It was the first time that I’d seen a totally naked woman, a woman who would be seeing my cock at its hardest, a woman whom I would be exciting sexually but wouldn’t be fucking. I mean, I’d shared hot tubs and nude beaches with naked women, but sex wasn’t on the table in those contexts and my cock was never hard. And I’d seen all my lovers naked. Without me. Now I was alone with her father. A nudist. Naked. I was so very thankful I had pulled on the shirt. It barely covered my naked crotch. I was leaving a little wet spot in the chair. I knew it. He was talking about something, and I was somewhat listening. Trying not to look at his body. I’m not a slut. I don’t usually hang out in the basement with men old enough to be my father. In fact, I’m actually a virgin. How I ended up in the basement wasn’t by choice. I was kinda stuck at their. Help me….? She asked softly, her tone somewhat innocent as she stuck her rear end out, wiggling her hips. Khaal walks through the falling water and soaks himself as well, reaching the other wall and taking a small bar of soap in his hand. He lathers his hands and rubs them against her back, pressing his loins directly against her flaunted rear. Akelta made the soft Nyah noise and shifted her hips, pulling them forward then bumping them back against him. Thank you, love… The fae purred louder. This is going to be transitional. We have a special suite set up for you and Mary Kate. Go there and in the mean time, we have to work out some details. This is going to take a week to work all of this out, and settle the security issues. That is the biggest pitfall to what I want to do. In the meantime, I have some work for you to do. Mary, you may get a bit bored here, but I think there is a learning opportunity here. You two stick together like glue. I don't care who or what else.