"Do you do this every time you work here?" Err yes Mrs Jones." he hesitated looking down at his feet."Just the once?" She asked looking down at where ...the white cream had emanated."Sometimes more. Sorry." he confessed.She was very nosey about this."What is your most times you've done that here." as she rubbed her cum smeared fingers together."Four I think." answered the puzzled Alan. The questioning wasn't going as expected."You do it again, for me. I want to see from the front." Mrs Jones. Hoot followed her sexy, sawing butt cheeks down a slope until they came to a place where the water was pooled and a waterfall about thirty feet high was spilling cool fresh water out of the mountainside.K. D. took her shirt off and pulled her tight shorts down her legs and ran to the sparkling blue pool, diving like a professional.Hoot watched this sexy nymph, then dropped his clothes and ran to join her.Hoot dove in the deep pool and came up near her as she locked her arms around his neck and. A bottle of wine rested in a bucket of ice to chill. There were even some roses lying next to the ice bucket. Something was not right. I was naked, gagged, bound belly up. The ladies looked fabulous. Alena pulled up a chair to one side of my body, Mistress to the other. They both wore seductive formal gowns. Low cut tops, revealing, high cut slits, no panties. After tying me to the table, they had removed their panties and put them in my mouth to keep me quiet. The ball gag was put into. I can now feel exactly how excited you are. You turn me back around. Holding me, you direct me towards the dressing table where you sit me down on the surface top. You’re still kissing me but it’s less fierce and more passionate now. You push up my dress and rub your hands up and down my legs softly. I can feel myself getting more excited as your hands push further up my thighs. I undo your shirt as you feel me and kiss your chest slowly, tickling you with my tongue. I can feel the wetness in.