I told her about my life, the events leading to just now. Bizarrely I felt more comfortable with her now, than ever, even as she waxed my legs and che...st - just when I'd thought the redness had gone! - we talked, and laughed. Something told me I could trust her. I'm sure it was a calculated effort on her part, but every so often I caught a glimpse of flesh; a breast nestling in a kimono fold, or a thigh sliding between the hem. The effect of this was predictable, and, with my bare legs apart to. ”I felt him lift my dress. I wiggled my bum. He landed a wallop on my right buttock, then left, and continued until I felt beautifully warm. I felt fingers on the tight little hole that must be staring at him (I’d secretly pulled the buttocks apart). I passed him the lube oil which just happened to be standing on the desk! A few drops were all that was needed to let him do as he wanted round there.“I just need to feel around inside a bit, Jan, to make sure everything’s alright.”The fingers very. I decided the best thing was to throw them in the trash. Once they were gone I returned to the bathroom and found Charlie still barely conscious murmuring to herself deliriously. She had now started shivering and I became worried she wasn’t warming quick enough. I stripped myself off, put on some swim shorts and joined her in the bath. I sat behind her, cuddled her tight to me and rubbed her skin. Every so often I added more warm water to keep the bath at the right temperature. Once Charlie had. Of course I have no shame. I aim my hungry hole up at them, and turn to look them in the eyes. Still on my knees, holding myself up with one hand, I take hold of my cock with the other, and start to stroke it, still staring into their faces."Yes, show us what you've got," I am encouraged. I take my hand off my cock, and with it, I scoop up some used lubricant from my hole, which is still very much open for business. The hand returns to my shaft, and with only a few strokes, it has returned to.