He made sure his lance and knife were sharp, and picked up his bow. With luck, he could shoot at least one or two before they got too close.It wasn't ...long before he heard horses in the snow, and he stood outside the entrance to his shelter, waiting.Three riders came towards him, and his heart dropped. He could take one, maybe two, but with three he feared for his family.The three pulled up in front of him, again far enough away to show caution. The man he had seen before, in the wolf skin coat. Shit. Right here in the kitchen with Chef? I had no choice but to obey.I turned to Chef, “Excuse me, I’m so sorry but I have to obey him.”“Of course, Miss.” Chef went back to his dinner prep but was watching intently.I got down and presented myself for Blake, who got down to business quickly. It must have been an erotic sight, because just as Blake began pounding me from behind, I saw Chef standing above my head with his cock in his hand, stroking himself. I knew he wasn’t allowed to touch. I changed into my gym shorts and hopped in my car and didn’t care if I ever stopped. I drove and drove until I suddenly realized I was about 45 minutes from Palm Springs. What the hell, a night in Palm Springs sounded hot…in many ways.I had always wanted to stay at a clothing optional gay resort, but didn’t have a clue as to which resort was “happening” so I stopped at the Palm Springs visitor’s center and a cute, young Latino guy—Jesse--was working the counter. As I walked up he checked me out. Is he single, married, have kids, what?" He's single, no kids that I know of, although he has certainly had numerous opportunities." Why do you say it that way?" Well, he is very gold looking, and reminds some people of somebody famous, although they can never figure out just who. But when we were overseas and we would go out together somewhere, young girls would chase after him like he was a rock star or something. Then my husband and I would go into this routine as if we were his aides or.