I excused myself and had to squeeze past and being a wicked person I purposely rubbed my bulge firstly against the lads shoulder and then as the girl ...noticed I rubbed against her too, as I reached the toilet door I could hear them both giggling.This was the weirdest toilet I have ever seen; my first reaction was I had walked into the ladies as there was no urinal and just two cubicles but I soon realized it was probably one of those unisex ones. What was even weirder was as I walked into one of. Sir was the preference, or Master, but SC was the casual alternative. It was significant, as it stood for something very special.With no answer, she pushed open the door a little at a time, until she was standing just inside the door. She noticed a dim light coming from the inner portion of what she now realized was a large suite. There was a large bathroom with whirlpool tub. A sitting area with chairs, a couch and a few tables. This opened up to a large bedroom.“Sir, are you here,” she called. So, slowly she reached between her milky thighs and began to pull on the hoop on the bottom of the 3” knot. As she pulled the pecker free from her engorged slit, the walls of her pussy seemed to stay open, hardly closing up at all. She could clearly see into the depths of her wet vagina almost to the opening of her cervix inside. Her pussy vibrated its emptiness now void of the nice cock and knot.Not wanting her pussy to close up too fast, Ann took advantage of her loose hole and grabbed the. Their semi-erect cocks hung loosely between their legs as sun glistened off their tan muscular bodies.“You want them don’t you slut?” My wife asked harshly as she stood beside us with her hands resting on her full hips. Like me she was fully dressed. Her words stung but the truth was that I had no desire to be there much less touch them. I was straight and it was her fantasy and my transgression that had let us there.I sat motionless, unwilling to respond to her untrue taunts. My eyes avoided.