I thought for a while, and wondered if I had done wrong, but I am sure that I hadn't.I replied, "you told me to have a shower and come into this room ...Mistress."She swiftly responded in a low, but scary voice "yes, but I told you not to touch anything, and you did didn't you"?"No Mistress," I insisted."You must learn to listen, and on top of that, you must NEVER lie to me. I have been watching you, I have cameras on you, and YOU touched MY bench. I told you NOT to touch anything, UNDERSTAND?". " Hey," Jill argued, "First, there are three of us, and second we need to get covered more than once a day, don't you think?" True, true." Where's my towel?" I asked, looking around."You snooze, you lose. There's a limited supply so we're washing them a few at a time. You don't need to worry anyway. Of course yours would be one of the trousers that managed to stay local. You won't want to head up that trail in just a towel anyway." Sheri informed me."You don't need a towel for a dip in the. I told her that I need help in applying oil on my back. She hesitantly agreed and started applying oil. I started chatting with her and asked for money.She started giving me stories of how she is not left with any free money to pay me back. I told her that I can show her a way. She can massage me and for which I usually pay others two thousand which I can give to her and she can use that to repay me. She was afraid of my intentions and told me that “bhaiya I will pay your money” but I can not. “What?” he said, face flushed, still catching his breath, “That’s it? You’re going?” “Yeah - I’ve got to get to another session - the hour is up,” I said, somewhat unconvincingly. And then he smiled his sexy little smile again, “And what are you going to do about that?” he said, tossing his head toward my crotch. I looked down to see that a very large wet spot had begun to soak through my shorts. Even the bench below me was glistening, and it wasn’t with sweat. “Um” I said, “I don’t know.