"You bet I will!" Joey said.Two men and four women came over to us with towels. They began to wipe us off, getting us fairly clean. Joey and I both ha...d hardons still from all of the female fondling of our bodies, and I could see Suzi's love knob poking out just a little bit. I wanted her right then, but it wasn't the time, or place.I heard one of the men ask Suzi, "Would the Mistress care for us to bathe her?" Uhm, well, a shower sounds good, but... " she stammered."Actually, a shower sounds. "So it isn't work that has your mind all closed up." She chuckles and her hand somehow finds its way through the darkness and onto my legging clad knee. "Wha-what are you d-doing?" I gasp, wanting her to rip the leggings. "You seem to be in such a daze I thought this might make reality a bit better for you." She says just before tearing my leggings from my right thigh, ripping the stretchy material. I gasp and try to push her hand away hoping she was as controlling as I had dreamed of.. My son is beautiful, at least to me. (As for me, just check my pictures on my Lush profile. I am what I am.)His hand reached out and found my waxed cunt, but he didn’t say anything. We fingered each other for a minute, then climbed into bed. Toby started to climb over me, but I held him off.“No, not today, at least, not right now,” I said. “Lie face down, your body up against mine.”We got into position, heads on pillows, shoulder to shoulder, skin to skin. I reached under myself with my right. And then I saw a scribbled note under the piece of fabric. “Get a fresh rubber little one, or better yet, find a cock”. That’s all. No signature. Nothing! My heart was racing with embarrassment until I realized that this was normalcy around here. I wasn’t home. I was spending the summer on freakin’ sex farm where everything and just about everyone was fair game. Feeling empowered I decided to embrace my sexuality and see where it took me. I needed to put out the fire that was constantly burning.