His biceps would bulge each time he pulled the oars toward himself. We talked as he rowed us around the lake. He asked me if I had a boyfriend and I t...old him no. Turtle rather smiled when I told him that. He stopped rowing and he removed his shirt. His chest muscles matched the muscles in his arms. I felt my pussy starting to tingle as it does sometimes looking at naked men in magazines. I had to close my legs and tighten them when I felt my pussy start to get warm and drip with my juices.. I'm wearing a very short skirt, low cut top, and stockings. After a couple of drinks we all head back to the the hotel room that we have booked, stopping on the way to get more drinks in. As you pour the drinks me and her settle ourselves back on the bed and start kissing, taking our time as we know you are watching. She starts moving down my body, starting with kissing my neck, my hands on her tits, she is kneeling in between my legs by this point with her arse in the air giving you a very. Don't say it Jen, oh please don't say... "Me too!" agreed Jen emphatically. "I know exactly what you mean. God, I wish I'd never even met the guy."Ryan looked down at his hands. He felt several pairs of eyes boring into him, none of which belonged to Jen, or the other girl, who didn't know about Jen and Ryan."Oh yeah?" the girl asked. "Wow I like your shirt," she told her as Jen peeled off her sweatshirt."Thanks."Melissa jumped up to get the phone, while Ryan sat frozen, still staring at his. A shiver ran down my spine. The Emcee announced it was time for the slave dance and all slave owners and their pets should come to the dance floor. Master cupped his hand close to my ear and said it is show time dear sex slave. Let’s show them I have the prize slut tonight. How many slaves were there? Were they blindfolded as well? What were the expectations of the dance? No time to think as Master trotted me to the stage announcing my neophyte status and asking for a warm welcome from all to.