Sex Slave, too, came in loud iterations of “Fuck’ interspersed occasionally with her own squeals.As all three of them began coming down from their... climaxes, I found myself jittery with need. Motion in the corner of my eye was Carol’s hand moving inside her skirt, while motion in front of me was Rhee’s hands wandering around on herself, on Heather, on Dad. She was jittery, too.Gradually, the moans and sighs and exclamations died out. Heather was leaning limply against Dad who was doing the same. Resort. The resort is reserved for guests fifty-five or older so the two of us agreed we would claim she was my girlfriend should they complain about me having a younger person with me. What I didn't know was that that plan fitted into Rachel's agenda all too well.Part of the schedule involved touring the resort and viewing a sales presentation. Wearing skin-tight pullover top and short shorts, Rachel played the part of a young woman clinging on and playing up to her sugar daddy. The tour. I felt the damp spot on my bikini bottoms spreading as she leaned in and kissed me, her hands cupping my face. Soft playful kisses. At least at first. I’m not sure when she undid my top. Or my bottoms. Only that she had and I was standing before her naked as she turned and took a seat on a small flat boulder patting her lap and eyeing me expectantly.“Get your cute little ass over here, slut, so I can punish it.”I didn’t waste a moment, prostrating myself over her luscious thighs, my pert bottom. “Room service, Ma’am and Sir,” he said cheerily. He was wearing a short white apron, that didn’t hang quite smoothly over his penis. Isolde and George both laughed, and Isolde, said, “Oh look! A French maid!” They all three laughed then, and George said, “Get up here, Fool, and hand me the tray while you get yourself settled.” He reached out and took the tray and the bottle from Terry, who walked around to the other side of the bed, untying the apron as he did so. He carefully hung it over the.