"Mmmm, whatever." I hadn't shut it off -- and she KNEW I hadn't. What she DIDN'T know was that the jet on her clit would slowly increase in intensity ...over the next few minutes. "About Peter..." Wine?" I asked as I poured myself a glass."We were going to discuss..." And we will. You're SUPPOSED to be relaxing!" I retorted."And you're SUPPOSED to be giving me a back rub!" So I am," I muttered, climbing back out of the tub. "Now, about the wine..." All right. It won't do you any good." It's not. "Hello Lucy, you are really skinny," he said being brutally honest."Yes I am Shawn," I said it smiling. I enjoyed seeing the look of panic on Wilma's face. "And you are really observant. So tell me have you ever been fishing?" No, but I have seen people on TV fishing," he said."Well today we are going to be fishing old school," I said. The whole conversation took longer to happen than to repeat."What is old school?" he asked interested."Old school, is with a 12' cane pole and worms," I said. I. It excited me that these were total strangers who wouldbe taking turns fucking me. Unfortunately, this was not meant to be. I layon my stomach in a private room with the door open and the lights dimlylit, but had no takers. Finally, I wandered around the maze and encountereda hot, muscular guy -- he was quite short (what is it with these short guysin Singapore anyway?), but very eager, and after I brushed my fingersacross his chest, he led me to a room, flipped on the light, asked me if Iwas a. To my amazement and delight I lay eyes on the most embellished tantalizing sirens lair an Irish lad might ever dream of. It didn't hurt that she had on a very short silk robe, high heels, sumptuous jewelry, was made up in acute detail like a doll, and was staring at me with the most seductive come-hither look I have ever seen or imagined… those eyes said it all, no words were necessary… she had me at… well silence. I wordlessly acquiesced to her silence, as I dared not break the spell with my.