After the third time Jimbo said, "From now until I turn youloose you will address me and all of my friends as sir. You will nottell us what to do or ...o anything you are not told to do." I justlooked at him dully, trying to figure out what was happening. I said,"I don't underst......" after my head stopped spinning, I said, "Idon't .......". After my head stopped spinning, I said, "Yes". Jimbo waited a few seconds and spoke the word "Sir" into theboom made by his hand and my head. . Both girls had taken the latest best seller, “Fifty Shades of Grey”, for a holiday read. I mention this purely as it may, in some way, have had an influence on what was to develop during the week. One afternoon, after a couple of days lying by the pool, with both girls in reasonably conservative bikinis, Debbie asked if anyone fancied a drink, and then wandered off to the bar to place the order. When she came back, she had a mischievous grin on her face. “Have you noticed how whenever you have. Like a little boy(I think he must have ten to fifteen years older than her) Carl started to plead with her, almost begging. "Well okay, stop begging, I guess it won't hurt nothing and if it will make you stop pestering me about it." Wilma said as Carl unzipped the back of her dress with glee in his eyes. Wilma dropped her dress and stood right in front of me with just her panties on. Then she dropped those. She did not look half bad for her age. Her tits were a little small but again fine. Her. Ahh, ahh oh my god I practically yelled as I moved my hips forward to meet the rhythm of the attack on my g-spot and back to meet the pressure of my thumb on my clit. As if on cue, Pep stood from under the bed watching me curiously with his ears back and tail raised. Slap, slap, slap. I slapped my wet pussy hard. Oh shit, ahh, ahh oh shit I moaned thru labored breathing. Pep walked over and sniffed, blowing out his warm breath on my clit before sitting back and watching. Oh shit Pep, do that.