Latin, maybe? She was lying on the floor and could see that she was in the center of some sort of design, painted onto the hard concrete. It was hard ...to tell from her low angle, but it looked like a pentagram.She tried to rise to her feet then noticed she had iron manacles round her wrists and ankles. These were connected to shiny chains which were fastened to brackets on the floor. She was still wearing her figure-hugging red swimsuit. She made an incongruous sight – a Baywatch lifeguard in. She giggle to the fact that I almost gave myself a facial and then handed me a towel to wipe myself clean. We headed to the basin to was our hands. Once she was done she switched the water to the shower on to warm up, as she turned around I said thank you, and you are really beautiful. She smile as she walked up to me, I stared at her perfect boobs as they were just so perfect. When she reached me she gave me a hug and saying you welcome, hope you enjoyed. She'd turned around and grabbed both. Pierce was bisexual. She shuddered as a tingle arose between her legs, bringing with it a rush of wetness. She’d always had a fantasy about a threesome with two men. Her wildest, most intense version of that fantasy involved them not just sharing her, but each other as well.She was still staring at the phone in stunned arousal when Pierce emerged from the hallway at a fast walk. Upon looking up from the phone at him, she saw him wince. His face instantly flushed, and his shoulders slumped.He. He was much, much older than me, a retired school teacher. Whether it was true or not, I assumed he liked younger boys and contacted him. He still looked great for his age, fit and tan from hours spent laying out by his pool. I was nervous, but just seeing him put me at ease. Soft spoken and nice, he was so different than the older boy that I was with before. As much as I needed to cum, I felt it so easy and natural to lay with him. Our naked bodies pressed against each other’s. He felt so good.