It was half-open and as I looked inside I saw her standing there with her head thrown back wetting her hair. She turned a little to both sides so her ...ody would get wet all over.I won't relate the shower rub by rub more than to say that she was very particular in her washing leaving no spot unwashed.When she was finished she went back into the bedroom, still naked, and crept down in her bed but before that she flung her nightie on a chair and she even made the finger at it as it landed. I. There are drinks being finished.’ My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle. ‘Good fuckpig. Don’t be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.’ Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guys. “These are my supposedly closest friends ... My husband Tony...” He smiles and says ‘Hello’. “His friend Charles...” The other man gives a little wave. “And Charles’ lovely wife, Donna.” The slimmer lady gives a big smile and over-acts her “Hello.”Maree continues. “We’ve been watching the show, and commenting on it for the last couple of years ... Every week I think those sluts are such filthy pigs – but I find myself getting jealous all the same...”Donna chips in, with a big smile, “I’d love. He seemed a little apprehensive initially, but soon he got to work on my neck and shoulders. Looking down expectantly I was totally elated when I saw the tent in his shorts.I then placed my hands on his sides, to ‘steady’ myself as he massaged me. As I did so he stopped for a few seconds, before continuing.‘Great!’ I thought, ‘he didn’t ask me to remove my hands.’Moving my hands down to the top of his pyjamas I very slowly began pushing his shorts down. Again he froze, before he continued.