We’re going to the bar. You hit the pool shower for a couple of minutes. We’re each going to avail ourselves of some new lovers as we usually do, ...nd you are going to try to intercept one of the new women and satisfy your curiosity about them. By then you’ll be ready to go again.”The three left the chaise and walked through the maze of chaises and oversize patio chairs towards the bar. Most of the chaises near the bar had couples or threesomes on them in some stage of making love or. “You want to cum?” She asked me.“Yes” I whined. I could feel a drop of my juices slowly meandering its way down the inside of my thigh. It itched like a bitch so I moved my hand to wipe at it and she yelled at me.“Keep your fucking hands away from that dirty pussy or I’ll hogtie you and leave you like that all fucking night.” My hands dropped back to my sides, but I clamped my legs together tightly to stop the irritating feeling. “If you want to cum, you’ll have to pledge your allegiance to me.. "So how come you are wearing all black?" he asked. " Did someone die or something?" She gave him an odd look, partly puzzled and partly surprised. Thinking to herself that he was quite nosey for his age, and then wondering if he would scream in fear.But before she could answer his question, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the bundle of cloth, clasped against her chest. The inhuman scream continued as the woman began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and. ” The oldest woman we’d shared had been Maryanne, who was in great shape. Not so much Betty, despite her charismatic beauty.The time for the workshop to begin arrived. Thirty students ringed the table, the oldest in her mid-twenties. It looked like I might be amongst the youngest.Saul stood tall over our seated forms. “This is my seventh time leading this workshop. And believe me, I’m not jaded. It’s a favorite thing, being around young writers like you. It’s inspiring. Anyway, my name is Saul.