Retrieving the bag as rapidly as possible, I hurried back into the house. Mistress Rachel said softly, “That’s a good slave. You have real possibi...ities Slut. I know that the plan was for No Sex tonight, but a Mistress always brings a few toys along, just in case.”She opened up her bag and pulled out a riding crop. “Bend over Slut, and grab your ankles,” she ordered. I wasn’t expecting this at all, as Chris made it quite clear that I wasn’t into pain. Obviously, she had her own agenda! She. “Gee Blaine, contacts? You’re not supposed to wear those during wet activities.” He’d said, glancing from him to me repeatedly. Blaine’s hold on my waist seemed to tighten momentarily before he responded. He chuckled icily, but hardly smiled. I probably had a look of shock on my face; my jaw certainly was hanging. He was so obvious about it! He said it easily as though the thought wouldn’t plague me for days. Maybe he thought it wouldn’t; but it certainly did.I was hyper-aware of all the sex. I think the guys in the pool room were brothers one was about 16 the other quite older probably late 2o's quite fit I thought, a couple of times i went into the room to collect glasses and have a look at them playing pool, their eyes followed me around the room the younger brother taking most interest, eventually they asked if i wanted to play pool with them I declined the younger saying he was going back to the caravan leaving the older man alone. It was now late in the evening and things were. I now walked into the bathroom which, for the life of me, I knew no purpose for. Opening the linen closet, I pull out the towels and bedding and toilet paper. I carried it all into the bedroom and dumped it all on the pile of cloth. I went into the guest room and did the same. Then I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a large black trash bag. I carried it up to the bedroom and stuffed it full of the pile of cloth and paper. Tying the bag shut I carried it (well, dragged it as it was a.