I looked at the sink and found it. I ran it under the warm water and tried to hand it to her but she told me to wipe her with it. Right on I thought, ...my hand dipping between her thighs and wiping off her plump pussy lips. I tossed the cloth away and put my hand back again, gently rubbing her sex cleft. She giggled a bit and told me I lost the cloth. Feels nicer doesnt it I asked. Yeah but you should not be rubbing me there she said.I helped her up and guided her to the bed. She sat down heavily. You opened your mouth to accept the head of the hard cock over your face, your tongue gently bathing the tip, tasting an almost honey sweetness upon it. It held still as you savored its flavor. The other cock began to slip deeper into your pussy. Firm hands grasp your ankles, bending your legs a bit as he held up your legs. Your feet on both sides of his head, he wrapped his arms around your legs as he begin to thrust his hips towards you, shoving his hard cock completely into your tight wet. “Do you think you could let me out of my cage for today?”Melissa laughed. “Yeah, right. You’re going to be out there with all of those women in bikinis and not be locked up? You’d have boner the whole time!”She had a point. The one good thing was that all eyes would be on Melissa, which made me a little less self-conscious about hiding my chastity. Talking about it made me realize that she wasn’t wearing my key around her neck like she usually did. Sensing my panic, she pointed down to her foot. I'm not into impersonal screwing; I tried it and discovered I didn't like it.But Sylvia said that wasn't it. She talked more and more about these people, and wanted me to join them one Wednesday evening. I kept begging off. I wasn't spooked by the sex issue any more, not after Sylvia described the relationships more clearly, and talked about how she'd learned to see her own relationship with me more realistically, thanks to their counsel. I just sort of held off for no good reason.Then, one.