I watched for about 20 minutes, and then they separated. One walked off the deck, the other came into the bunkhouse. He walked over to my bunk and sta...rted rubbing my ass and fingering me. I moved my ass in appreciation. He attempted to have me roll over, but I held fast to my position. No way did I want a bj to take the edge off my goal. His cock was a shaved cut 6 or 7 inches, not to thick. I had taken bigger and I knew I could take him. I only needed to relax. He got the hint that I was not. ”She led us through a door in the massage room marked “SHOWER”. Greg and I immediately started laughing.“What’s so funny? Don’t you like our shower?”I sucked in a breath, “Oh, no, it’s not that. This is EXACTLY like the shower we’re having built in our home! This is wonderful. It’s like we just walked into the picture of it.”She aimed and adjusted one of the multiple showerheads to a steady rainshower with more intense sprays coming from two other showerheads. We began a playful three-way. Specialized to fit and torture...ME! I would be be spread eagled on a split legged bondage/exam table, bent over a spanking bench, and suspended, sometimes upside down, from the exposed timbers in the ceiling of this country style ranch house.As I said, Sylvia love to play with tushies and rectums! So mine got a lot of attention. I loved enemas. She had taken some Nurses training in college so she loved filling me up and having me hold it, while I fucked her. The rules were that in order for me. She wouldn't take it, complaining I would get cold, so I wrapped it round her neck a few times, using up the length and explaining that is how it is warmest. She smiled and kissed my cheek. I stood for a millisecond, flesh burning where her lips had touched me, a good burn. I started to wonder about her as I turned my collar up to block the cold. We reached the pub and she walked in first. I followed, pulling off my fogged-up glasses and hearing the familiar shouts of, "Sarah!" and "She's.