He picked me up, carried me to the tub, and sat me down in the warm bubbles. I watched him get undressed, then he got into the tub behind me. He kiss...ed my neck and my shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me and caressed my breasts. He washed my back, my shoulders, neck, breasts, arms, and my belly. Then told me to sit up, so he could wash my twat. Now facing him, I took a sponge and washed him. Starting at his neck, I worked my way down to his belly. He took my sponge and held me close. He. He undid his seat-belt and leaned over to me and put his hand on my thigh. Started sliding his hand up and down and edging higher towards my crotch each time. He told me he was a married man but he liked boy's cocks ever since he was a teenager himself and tried mutual masturbation with a friend. I said I'd never done anything like that but his hand on my thigh and the way he was talking about such sexy things was making me very horny. Finally his hand reached up and touched my cock through the. . by Anne. I was in no small amount of shock, of course. She had made a point of telling me that she had to swear me off and be faithful to Samuel, yet here she was, fucking me in the wee hours of the morning ... where, exactly? I looked around in the darkness as my eyes adjusted to it. That was when I realized that he was behind her, Samuel was, pounding her ass as she rode my dick with her pussy.What in the blazes of Hell? What happened to his jealousy? What happened to him insisting that she. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs my "I know what your thinking pants" were almost back to normal. She came back down when I gave the all clear and she disappeared out to the front office. The afternoon dragged by I didn’t see her until I was ready to knock off when she came up and said "see you tomorrow, have a good evening" she put her hand on my bum and gave it a shove and went back out the front. Who gave a shit about a good evening I was still pissed off about being cut short.