I offered her space in my tent, and tried to act gallantly, by saying I would not make any unwelcome advances. To my suprise, she quickly agreed sayin...g, " I hoped you would ask!"We entered the tent and arranged our bags, and lied down, to what I initially thought to be rest. She turned to me and asked if she could kiss me. Gallantry, or not, I couldn't refuse an invitation like that! It had been too long since I had felt the touch of a woman. Our lips met, and our hands began to explore. She. ..And then even more as I pulled my panties up,tucking my clit into the warm, wet mess.I spent the afternoon in that state, occasionally heading out of theoffice to speak with a customer, conscious of what had happened; andjust before leaving for a customer at the end of the day I changed againinto a fresh panty-liner. There was no way I was remaining in thatsweaty panty-liner, regardless of my personal period rules, that said Ishouldn't change immediately. It had been a few hours already, and. Talk continued and he had asked where I was staying (Marriott chain hotel) and plans (nothing going on until I fly out in the morning). He talked a bit about how they explored an open relationship and asked me if I ever posted when I traveled (yes, at times) and did I on this trip (no, was just with the guys – might have if we hadn’t gone out for drinks). He asked what kind of posts so I shared some of the less kinky things. His phone buzzed again with a message and he laughed. He said,. “This is Fred and Sandy” she says “and this lovely creature is Nancy” pointing at me. Fred is about my age, same height and build and dressed in leather pants and a skin tight latex top. Sandy is about the same age, slim, tall in her stilettos, in a latex dress which is low cut and revealing large breasts. They look at me and I swear I saw Fred lick his lips. The three of them sit down and I get the wine. “Are you really a slut?” asks Sandy. I smile. “Yes honey she is. She will do anything you.