I went off to the toilet and couldn't help but feel really horny about the situation. I could feel and see I had a semi hard cock. As I finished up an...d washed my hands I went to go back when I opened the door slightly and could see matt and mum kissing. I couldn't believe it. Matt was married and mum was to, too my dad. I found myself feeling more aroused when I just watched on as they were kissing. I could see matt had wrapped his hands round mum as was squeezing her bum. I looked on as he was. "So, before we down this, maybe I should know your name?"He laughed "Mat, or BJ to my friends" BJ? Why BJ?" Bell ringer Jones, its my sir name"I laughed "excellent, O' my name is Leah, but my sir-name isn't as good as yours its Chatman."I grinned as I handed him his slice of lemon and picked up mine in one hand and my drink in the other."Cheers" he said in a low voice"Ok on 3..." Ok" I laughed " 1... 2... 3!"We looked into each other's eyes as we licked the salt off our hands and downed the. And if any guy comes into the bathroom, just do what he says. You look up quickly from the breast your cleaning and nod submissively. "Oh, and your new name is Molly Mouffe," he says handing you a new school id. "Yes master," you say, with a slight lisp,in your new high girlish voice and saunter off with your breasts jiggling provocatively. Your so wet and horrified thinking about your new name. As you're walking over to the mens room you catch a glimpse of two guys sitting down at a table on. Itwas in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) nowwesternized and common as massage parlors inAmerica. But this was a special place-of abygone era now to be found only in fiction-where a gentleman, or at least a man of somemeans could purchase unique and pleasurableexperiences without reservation or inhibition. In a room walled only by beautifully printedsheets of rice paper and lit softly from behindby paper lamps and from within by many candles,Paul reclined in a sunken bath. Hot perfumedwater.