If my face was red before it was now the colour of beetroot, but her gentle voice telling me it was ok soon put me at my ease as I spluttered my apolo...ies. She wiped my jism from her lovely face and bade me kiss her, which I bent down and did, she pulled at my shoulders and I overbalanced into the bath on top of her warm soft body. I was left kneeling with my left knee between her knees and my arms on the sides of the old roll top bath. Again I apologised, but she said as I was here now she. And I think you see me as another woman.”In a way, she was right. That last time when I shut my eyes and I heard Sally or Mila describe how they wanted Zoe to act, it was like I was fucking them not Zoe. In my imagination the body I was holding morphed into that of the voice I could hear.“Okay, then which of my three lovely ladies do I satisfy first?” I asked. And damn it if Mila and Sally didn’t start playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ to see who was going to control Zoe first.Zoe handed me one. The air was palpably moist, barely enough oxygen within to feed the lungs of all its disgruntled occupants. The older, posher woman perched next to me fidgeted and flinched every time our bodies came near each other. Her repulsion caused me to fantasize on how he she might have fallen from grace to end up on this lowly bus surrounded by us commoners. I shuffled away from her, focusing on the hundreds of people milling endlessly around the tarmac, shoppers, workers, loafers, who could tell,. .. is for daddy to now fuck me," she said staring at her, seeing the look of total disbelief in her mother's face when she said that."You can't be serious!" She said looking first at Stacy, then back at me as though expecting to see me side along with her. Obviously, Stacy was giving me ... giving us and excuse. At the moment, it seemed like a good idea, at least until later when maybe I'd actually come clean myself after things had settled down again. If they ever did. But before I could.