Again, no one seemed to pay me any mind—just busily washing themselves with steaming hot water and soap before entering the clean bathwater. It’s ... cardinal sin to enter the bath without thoroughly cleaning oneself from head to toes.I had to start my “job” somewhere, so I picked the first stall to my left. I filled the pail with hot water from the faucet before removing the shower spray from the wall to shoot down the stall. There was residual shampoo and soap that required a quick scrubbing. His free hand wandered beneath her skirt, feeling her silky legs and moving upward. Relentlessly, he pulled her panties down and off, the black lace that was her trademark disappeared into his pocket. Sara heard him unzip his jeans, then she felt his fingers in her most intimate of places, biting her neck and moaning at her wetness that shouldn’t be happening in this circumstance. Her body betrayed her. Swiftly, his need intense and urgent, he pressed himself into her, slowly working his full. Smack me if I do it again."She shot him a teasing smile. "Am I allowed to do that?" Not normally," said Mark mock seriously, "but on this occasion I've given you permission."She smiled again, this time affectionately. "I'm deeply touched and honoured."Mark, without thinking squeezed her thigh."That's two smacks when we get home," she said sternly."Yes, Miss. Perhaps I'd better take my hand away." It'll be ten smacks with a ruler if you do." Very well, Miss."Victoria snorted and Mark joined her. “Come here, fairy girl.” The sides of her face pulled up in a smile, moonlight catching on the wetness of her teeth. She capped the Sharpie and tossed it to the side of the truck with a ping, then crawled over. Randy opened the blanket, letting her pixie under the cover. The blonde belted a leg over her own and slid her hand across her hip. As Randy curled her arm around her shoulders, the girl looked up and held her gaze. Neither of them said a word and Randy leaned forward to kiss her.