"I'm sorry. Didn't hear you. Will I what?"A flash of light caught my attention. It was on the wall separating her bunk bed from the bathroom and I sud...enly remembered that a long-empty screw hole was on that wall. When I'd first noticed it, I saw that it afforded a peep-hole view into the bathroom.Now, I'm not at all averse to peeping. I've always accepted that I had some voyeur in me, but I'd never had an opportunity to use it before this. I knew it was risky, for she knew I was there and we. "First, a change in company dress code, and second, planning the Company Retreat. Yes?" She pointed at Jennelle, one of the receptionists."What change in the dress code?" Jennelle asked, making a face. "We're not going back to skirts and slacks, are we?" No, this concerns the men." Sandy gazed happily around the room, reinforcing the one complaint about her, her perkiness. She was bright and eager to face the world at 7:30 in the morning, when she came in, and that didn't always sit well with. "Gertrude has returned to her former house," she said by way of explanation, "You are not in the wrong room; Monsignor Flavin would not permit that to happen."Then she branched out even further from the strict obedience to her Master's injunction not to ask questions."What would you like me to do, or what would you like to do?" she asked.The priest appeared to be considering this for a moment and then he asked, "What may I do?" Anything at all," she replied, causing his trousers to tent. After we had fried outside for a while we came back into the house. We were sweaty as well as tacky from the sunscreen so we decided to take a shower. Jim’s shower is huge. All four of us could fit in there comfortably and still have room to fool around, so it’s easily big enough for three horny girls. We soaped each other up and washed each other’s hair. I loved getting on my knees in front of them and soaping their legs while nuzzling their pussies. I also took the opportunity to make.