" You're bribing me?" Doyle, call it whatever you want. I'm naked in the bathtub. I don't have a whole lot of leverage." Hand it over." Stop ogling my... breasts." Well then, move the glass." Spoilsport." Gimme."Doyle took the wineglass, and shaking his head as much in amusement as confusion he left the room, turning once at the door for a glimpse of his obviously certifiable, but nonetheless gorgeous wife.He was back in five minutes.He opened the door first, and peered through. Laura was reading.. This one was in her early 50's, I would guess, with white-blonde hair pulled back into a very tight ponytail, dead white skin, ruby red lipstick on full lips, and a body to die for. She was wearing a white longsleeved shirt over a bra with what must have been industrial-sized shoulder straps, given that they were supporting tits the size of bowling balls. The shirt was very tight, unbuttoned enough in front that I could see her cleavage and catch a glimpse of the bra itself, and it was tucked. I asked Francis to give me her hands. She was very obedient as she trustingly gave me her hands. I tied them together with several pieces of black tape. I then taped up her mouth and shoved her down onto the floor. I was in a frisky mood as I removed the nipple clips from another draw. The good thing about Francis is, I could be as rough as I liked and she loved it. I clipped her taught nipples and she moaned with delight. Her firm body heaved as the first of several small orgasms raced. He took a towel from a pile kept by his desk and cleaned her back of all of his cum.By the time he let her out of his office it was time to hit the showers. She went into the boys shower room and of course Jim had to go into the girls shower room, so they didn’t get to see each other until later.Shower room Stacy:The atmosphere inside the shower room was different somehow today, she couldn’t quite figure out what was going on. Suddenly she found herself surrounded by nearly all the boys, there.