Wrongfully Accussed Ch. 17-18 (Patreon)

Chapter 17

Everyone woke up the next day when the sun was barely over the large mountain ranges. Jason, as always, made everyone breakfast, including Shae, who would get a fresh New York-style steak. One of the first ones to come down was Lily, who had on her yoga outfit, and a big, thousand-watt smile on her face. Since the cabin didn't have a home gym like Jason's house back in Houston, she was stuck with her yoga routine. She smiled at Jason, as she sauntered over toward the kitchen.

“Hello stud, what is on the menu today,” she purred, as she got real close to him.

“Waffles, bacon, and eggs,” Jason said, pointing to the waffle maker, not shying away from how close Lily was to him. Show any sign of weakness, then they walk right all over you.

“Hmm, the lumberjack breakfast. I like it, but first I need my morning shake,” she purred, as she squatted down and pulled out his cock.

“What are you doing?”

"What does it look like? I am getting my morning shake.” Then, she leaned forward and began to suck on Jason's cock to receive the first load of the day.

Jason tried to man the stove while Lily went to town on him. It was a difficult task at hand, but luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. With Lily’s expert mouth, she had him cumming in a matter of minutes; making sure that not one ounce of cum left her lips.

“Hmm, nothing like a fresh shake to start the day,” Lily cooed, as she made sure no cum was on her face, making a big show of it for Jason. “You know we could make this a daily thing. I could even wake you up with a good morning blowjob.”

“Oh really, but I always seemed to wake up before anyone else,” Jason mused, as he saw her put his spent cock back in his shorts.

"Well, that just means I just have to get up a little earlier. Now, if you don't mind, I have a routine to do."

She began to perform her yoga routine outside the kitchen, but she made sure she was always in Jason's sightline; showing off how well-toned her body was, and how flexible she could be. She even did a few poses that she knew could get the blood flowing in a man's loins. She did the wide-angle, seated, forward bend—making sure Jason could see down her cleavage in her sports bra. Then she did the happy-baby, the puppy-dog-stretch, and even the downward-facing-doggy, teasing Jason and goading him to go over and just fuck her right there on the spot. Though Lily would love for Jason to act on those primal sexual impulses, she knew that there was no time for that. Not with people waking up soon.

Which was a good thing, since Ronnie and Jennifer came down right when Lily started to finish her routine. Ronnie was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants, to combat the cold. As for Jennifer, she was wearing one of her mother's oversized nightshirts and nothing else. Her just-came-out-of-bed look was not lost on Jason, since he could see her long slender legs coming out the bottom of the shirt, or that just-got-out-of-bed look, but still looked sexy. Jason had to look away before something in his lower body stirred.

“Hmm, something smells good. Oh, is that coffee,” Ronnie said, as she noticed the expensive coffee maker that was on the countertop, with a fresh brew. She poured herself a fresh cup and took a deep whiff. “Hmm, just like I specified.”

“What do you mean, V,” Lily asked, as she too poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Oh, I made sure that when I told them to stock this kitchen, they have the same coffee beans that Jason has back at home.” Then, she proceeded to take a sip of it. “And, it tastes just as good.”

“You sure love your coffee, Aunt Ronnie,” Jenn commented, as she made her way up to Jason.

"Trust me when I say, a good cup of coffee is the difference between a good day, and a shitty one. And this is a great cup of coffee," she purred, as she took another sip before heading towards the fridge to retrieve the creamer.

“I can attest to that,” Lily agreed, as she, too, took a sip of coffee.

Jennifer let the discussion end, as she was standing right beside Jason, admiring the smorgasbord of food that was on the counter. One of the biggest perks that came with living with Jason, was that his food was top notch; especially, when it came to breakfast. Her mother did what she could, and Lily was no good in the kitchen, so she had an okay level of food. But with Jason, to her, it felt like she was eating at a restaurant. She asked Jason for a plate of everything, which he prepared without a second thought.

"Thank you," she said, as she got to her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Something she had never done, before when she moved in with him. The gesture was not lost on him, nor was it lost on Lily. She smiled, as she saw her niece finally warming up to him. In Lily's opinion, Jason was a worthy man to deserve such affection.

After that little public display of affection, one by one, all the women made a plate for themselves; even Lila after finishing with her shower, and Sarah who was the last one to get up. Jennifer teased her friend for always being a slowpoke in the morning, but Sarah wasn't paying too much attention. She was mainly focused on where Jason and Lily were, trying her best to not look at them. Not out of shame, but because if she looked at them, then last night's memories would flood back into her mind, and her face could grow into a deep shade of red.

Still, though, she couldn't help but make glances at Jason's crotch, remembering the sweet pleasure it gave her. Everyone ate their fill, while pleasant conversation was going on between all the women in the room. As for Jason, he just sat there and enjoyed his breakfast. The main topic of the conversation was deciding what to do that day. Everything was going well, right up until Lila turned on the TV to check on the morning news and local weather.

Headlines flashed as the incident of the Alpha Betas, and all the arrests there were made during the last seventy-two hours. Everyone was watching, as the newscaster filled them in on what had happened. Several arrests, including the top leaders within the football program. Allegations against the school dean, and the top donors of the football booster club. It was a shitstorm for the school, and an FBI and state investigation would be conducted for the next several months, on the school and all of its programs.

The football team was being barred from any future sporting events, and there was a slew of investigations on a possible rape-blackmail scheme. Ronnie's police contact did the trick in making sure the copied files that Jason had saved from the football captain's phone. Plus, the contact also abided by Ronnie's demands, not investigating the lone vigilante that raided the fraternity house, ie. Jason. With everything that Ronnie had given them, they had their plates already full, to worry about one lone vigilante, who public opinion might make out to be a hero. It was a moment of celebration, but to someone else, it was a moment of remembrance.

While mostly everyone was glad that the bad guys were getting their just desserts, mainly, Lila and Ronnie, one person was not. Jennifer was shivering, as she watched the news play out everything that had happened. All those hazy memories played out in her mind, as she was thrust back into that dark room. Stuck in there with her ex-scumbag-of-a-boyfriend, and the football team captain, Trent. She was holding herself, as those events played back in her mind. It took a minute, but the rest of the people in the room started to notice Jennifer's state of being. Lila quickly changed the channel and rushed over to her daughter, but before she could reach her, Jenn quickly leaped and quickly hugged Jason for support. It was like he was the strongest person in the universe, and nothing wouldn't dare come out and hurt him.

She shook into him, as she held him tightly. Just like last time, Jason had no idea where or how he should hug her. It was still a foreign concept to him, but he knew he had to do something. Something to help calm down this fragile, little thing. So he decided to wrap her up in his arms. One hand was placed just above the small of her back, and the other placed at the back of her head. Then, in a soothing gesture, like he was petting a horse, he began to stroke her red mane.

"Shhh. It’s okay. They can't hurt you ever again. They can't touch you," he whispered into her ear, as he petted her hair. And just like that, Jenn started to calm down within his embrace. The act had not gone unnoticed by everyone else in the group. While Lila was still worried about her daughter's well-being, she was grateful for Jason's attempt in comforting her. The same for Sarah, as well, as her best friend's well-being was, above all else, important to her. As for Lily, and Ronnie, their hearts swelled, as they saw Jason comforting the little girl.

Jennifer finally broke the embrace, as she lightly smiled up at him.

"Sorry, I needed that," she said, as she wiped a single tear from her unblemished cheek. Then just when she stepped away from Jason, she was surrounded by everyone else, as they all hugged Jennifer in a tight embrace. It was a bit of an awkward affair, that led to a laugh or two. Some of these came from Jennifer, which showed that her mood was improving. Everyone broke up with a smile on their face, and Jason couldn't help but smile himself. It was a lovely affair that not even a stone-hardened criminal wouldn't be affected by it.

“Well, since we got that out of the way, what do you want to do today?” Lily asked.

No one had any idea of what to do. Jenn was not in the mood for skiing, even though she did love to snowboard. Then, Ronnie came up with the perfect solution.

"Hey, this place has world-class spa facilities, we could take advantage of them, and have a spa day."

“Oh, that would be nice; it has been ages since I have been in a spa,” Lily agreed.

One by one, they all agreed to the spa day. Of course, Lila asked what Jason would do since it was going to be a girls' day. Jason reassured them that he would make do on his own, and that they should enjoy themselves. He even offered to pay for the high-end experience, if they charged for it. Lila was reluctant, of course, but Ronnie and Lily convinced her, otherwise. With plans being set and done, everyone began to get ready for the day. Jason had help from Lila in cleaning up the kitchen, since she took a shower before having breakfast. She thanked Jason for his support of Jennifer, and the role he played in destroying the Alpha Betas. He said that she didn't have to, they were men that deserved what was coming to them.

With everyone all dressed and ready to go, they got into their prospective cars and made their way to the lodge. Ronnie, of course, drove her new Mercedes SLR, with Jennifer riding shotgun, while everyone else piled into the Lincoln Navigator. They made it inside, but before Ronnie could go off and make an appointment for their spa day, a familiar voice shouted for them across the room.

"Howdy there. It is good to see you again," Henry Dutton waved to Jason in his bigger-than-life, Texan lifestyle.

“Hey Henry, how is it going?” Jason asked, as he stood there and waited for him to approach them.

“Oh you know, enjoying this mountain air, waiting for my wife to get her face ready, and whatnot.”

"Darling, are you saying bad things about me," a sultry voice filled the room. Filled with mirth, musing, and a little mischief at her husband's words.

"Of course, not, honey, I am just making conversation with my new friend."

“Oh, so this is the man you told me about last night. Hello, I’m Gwendoline Dutton, it is a pleasure to meet you,” she said, as she stretched out her hand towards Jason.

"Pleasure," Jason replied, as he appraised Gwendoline. He could tell that she came from money and that she wore it well. Ever since he bought his suit from Dominic, and went on a few shopping sprees with the girls, he had developed a somewhat better understanding of fashion. He was no expert, but he could tell that what Gwendoline was wearing was tailor-made, and conformed to her body perfectly. From the professionally styled blonde hair, the perfectly chosen jewelry, to even the shade of lipstick she was wearing. Jason couldn't deny that she was an attractive woman. While she was in her fifties, she still kept the youthful appearance of a voluptuous forty-year-old. But her most defining physical characteristic that seemed to draw his eyes towards, and even the women’s, was the large rack she was caring for. To Jason, and mostly everyone in the room, it looked like she was carrying two rather-ripe cantaloupes under her shirt.

“J… a Mr. Archer,” Lila caught herself, as she remembered that Jason goes by Archer when in public, “Who may I ask are these lovely people?” Lila asked, as she slipped into her secretary role.

“Oh, I just met him yesterday, right after that little poker match.”

"Yes, my husband told me about that. I must say, I appreciate what you did to those three young men. I wasn't there, but what Henry told me, it was one hell of a show. I even hear that you won some pretty fancy stuff, like a new car, and a gold watch. One of which you traded with my husband for his watch."

“Yup, it was like taking candy from a baby, Mrs. Dutton.”

"Yes, and please call me Gwen, Mrs. Dutton makes me sound old. Well, what are your plans today, maybe we could go out and get to know each other a little better."

“Well… Gwen, I have no plans, but these lovely ladies were planning on having a spa day,” Jason said, as he noticed how she was giving him the up-and-down, with a little bit of lust in her eyes. Then her eyes lit up when she heard ‘spa’.

"Oh, then why don't you all come to join me? I made an appointment here ages ago, you all could join me," Gwen said, as she asked the girls.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want to impose,” Lila said, as she approached Gwen.

“Nonsense. Spa days are so much better when you have other women to enjoy it with," Gwen said, not taking no for an answer.

Lila looked at Jason, silently asking for his approval, to which he gave her a nod. Finally, Lila and the rest agreed to join Gwen, especially Ronnie, since she knew who the Dutton family was.

“Good, now let the boys have their fun, while us girls have ours. Come, beauty awaits,” Gwen mused, as she hooked Lila’s arm into hers and pulled her along.

“Well while our women are having fun, why don’t you and I head to the casino,” Henry said, as he and Jason watched them leave for the spa building.

“Sure, why not. I am sure there are a few more suckers out there. And if there aren’t any; well, I can teach you how not to be a sucker,” Jason said, as the two men went to the other side of the room.

While Jason and Henry made their way to the casino floor, Gwen led the girls toward a large building that held the spa. It had all the amenities of a top-tier spa resort. Steam rooms, massage rooms both single and group, carbon dioxide baths, and so much more.

"So, what are you ladies looking for, they do it all here— facials, waxes, deep-tissue massage, mani-pedis?” Ronnie asked, while just in reach of the receptionist's desk.

"Don't worry, honey, I have the perfect thing for all of us," Gwen said, as she made her way to the front desk.

"Oh, Mrs. Dutton," said a friendly college-age girl. "You made it just in time, do you know what you want today?"

“Hello, Cherry. Yes, I do, and I would also like these fine ladies to join me,” Gwen said, letting Cherry know that it was not up for discussion.

"Of course, we here at the Lodge accommodate ourselves to our guests' needs, are they guests of yours?"

“No, but they are new friends I made, but don’t worry, they are guests of the Lodge.”

"Yes, we are," Ronnie spoke up, as she handed in Jason's membership card that came with the cabin.

It took Cherry a few minutes to punch in the information, and once the account was verified, she looked over at Gwen and Ronnie, and asked what package they wanted. Ronnie was about to ask for the Shangri-la package, the highest and most luxurious package that cost about two grand per person, but with Jason's bank account, it was not even a drop in the bucket. But, Gwen beat her to the punch.

"We will be taking the Hygieia package, Cherry. I had a long week, and I need something to pull me back together."

“The Hygieia package? Are you sure, even with all your added guests?” Cherry asked, unsure if the five women could afford it.

“Yes, I am sure. It’s my treat, so yes, six Hygieia, and we will be taking them together; is that understood?” Gwen said, in the tone of voice that she wielded back in her company.

"Yes, ma’am. Let me arrange the staff and have them prepare the room. Please put these on.” Cherry handed them six white wristbands, but only it wasn't white, it was a pearl, a richer and finer color.

"Hygieia package? never heard of it before," Ronnie said, as she handed the bands to the rest of the girls, showing them how to put them on, and telling them to not take them off.

“And you wouldn’t, it’s the kind of package that is for only those who know about it, and I do.”

"What is it?" this time Lila was asking, unsure of the whole thing.

"Well, as the name implies, it is the goddess experience, basically the staff will wait on you, hand and foot, for the entire day, while also reintegrating the body, with several top-tier spa treatments, and a few other things. By the end of it all, you will feel five years younger. It is something I always get when I visit here, and after the week I have had, I am going to need every treatment in their arsenal."

“How much does it cost, if you don’t mind me asking?” Lila asked, as they waited at the door to be let in.

“For a package like that, about five grand a piece, but trust me, it is worth it.”

“Five grand, no that's too much, I don’t want us to impose on you.”

"Nonsense, I have the money to spare, plus I still kind of owe your… benefactor, for what he did for my husband," Gwen reassured Lila, as a staff member came up and guided them toward the changing room.

“For your husband?” Lila asked, unsure what she meant.

“Oh you know, those three boys swindled my dear old Henry out of seventy-five grand, I thought that would put a damper on our vacation. Then your Mr. Solace came in, beat those snotty, rich boys, took them to the cleaners, and offered a trade on a very expensive watch for one my husband had.”

Lila and Ronnie froze when they heard Gwen mention Jason's real last name, not knowing what to do, or how Gwen discerned Jason's real identity. "Ah Gwen, I think you are mistaken, his name is Mr. Archer, not Mr. Solace," Lila tried to correct her.

“Oh sweetie, I know who that man is. I may be almost pushing sixty, but I pride myself on keeping up with the times, and what is going on in the world. His appearance might have changed, but I easily recognized him the moment we met. You must tell me how you girls all met him, and how he could afford to be here at such an expensive resort.”

Lily, Sarah, and Jennifer were a bit uncomfortable with the sudden change in topic, but Ronnie and Lila stepped up to the plate.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dutton, but I am afraid we can not discuss Jason's personal life or his finances," Ronnie said, taking on her lawyer persona.

"Then that just means I like you and that man even more," Gwen mused, which threw off all the ladies of Jason's party.

“What do you mean?” Ronnie asked.

"Well, the way I see it, women are gossipy creatures by nature. We love to gossip even though there are some things that we shouldn't discuss; especially, when it is with someone else. The mere fact you refused to answer my question about him, showed that you value his privacy and that you respect him. It shows that you are a woman that can be trusted. Plus, it also shows what kind of man he is. If he is someone you hate or loathe, then you would have answered my question in a heartbeat," Gwen said, finishing explaining her twisted logic.

That seemed to throw the girls for a loop, but luckily they didn't have to wait long, as Cherry came by and escorted them to their spa lounge area just for them. In the large room, it had several seating chairs and couches, a food cart table with fruits and other healthy snacks, three spa staff members who looked like sisters, and two high-end massage tables, with luxurious oils. Cherry went by and explained how the Hygieia package worked. She ran down all the different places that they would be going, and how all the spa areas were free for them to use. The pearl wristbands would show the staff that they were high rollers and should be given the goddess experience. Jason's group was in awe of the whole thing, especially Ronnie, who had been to the spa before, when Mrs. Carlile brought her along to do some business over the holidays. Ronnie had a great time at the Lodge then, but that being her first time there, she knew that this time, she was in for a real treat.

“Okay, this is Himari, and she will be your guide for the rest of the experience. If you need anything, then please feel free to ask. And as always, we are grateful that you choose to spend your time at the Lodge.” Cherry bowed, as she stepped out of the room.

"Hello my name is Himari, and right next to me is Hina, and Yua. We are here at your pleasure," Himari said, with a slight bow as she had been taught from her Japanese heritage. "Would you ladies please follow us,"

As Himari led them out of the room, their first stop was the Japanese-inspired public bath, where the girls took a quick wash before heading for their spa treatment. Lila and Jenn were a little hesitant at first, bathing right in front of each other, but with a little encouragement, they loosened their robes and began to wash up, with Himari, Hina, and Yua helping out by washing their hair.

"So since you won't talk about Mr. Archer, “Gwen remembering what Jason's alias was, and playing along, "then why don't you tell me how he manages to have a gaggle of lovely young women hanging around him."

"Well, if you must know, I am his attorney, and Lila here is his secretary," Ronnie said, as she cooed, as Hina massaged her scalp. She had gone through the shower before, but she had never had a woman wash her hair like Hina was.

“Oh, an attorney; well, I hope you are better than the one I have, he is the reason why I am having a spa day in the first place.” Gwen griped, as she remembered what she had to do to fix his mistake. “But enough about that. I came here to relax and that is what I, and we, are going to do.”

“You got that right,” Sarah shouted, as she washed out the shampoo from her hair.

“There, she is in the spirit,” Gwen said, with just as much glee. “So, back to you girls. I know how two of you are here, what about the rest of you? Like you two. I notice you all look the same, by chance are you all siblings?” Gwen asked, Jenn and Lily.

"Oh, well we are related, you see the one to my right is my older sister Lily, and the one on the other side is my daughter Jennifer, and the one next to her is her best friend, Sarah," Lila explained.

"Your daughter? There has to be a story behind that," Gwen asked, noting how old Jennifer was, and how young Lila was.

“There is, I had her during high school,” Lila explained.

"Oh, and where is the father?"

“He took off the moment he found my mom was pregnant,” Jenn said, loathing her biological father.

"Ah, why are men like that out there? Why can't there be more men like my Henry, or your Jason?” Gwen said, hating how men shirk their responsibilities.

“Yeah, well they still exist,” Lila mumbled, as she wondered what Jason would do if he got someone pregnant, but she quickly shook that thought out of her head, as Yua began to rinse off her scarlet hair.

After the quick rinse and a dry, Himari led them towards their first treatment, which was a deep-tissue massage, back in the room. They only had two tables so they would have to do it in pairs to save time, but luckily, the ladies would not be bored while they waited for their next turn. Since it was Gwen's treat, the ladies chose her to go first, and they felt like Jenn should be the second of the first pair.

“So, back to you girls. How did you manage to convince him to take all of you to this wonderful vacation destination?”

That got the girls giving each other weary eyes. Looking back and forth, unsure how to answer that question. That was a mistake, since that got a worried glance from Gwen.

“What happened?” Gwen asked, with a little bit of an air of authority.

"Ah, well—” Lila started to answer, but was quickly cut off by Jenn.

“It’s okay, mom; it is something I shouldn’t try to hide.”

From there, Lila and the rest of them told Gwen what had happened to Jennifer, and how they ended up there. Gwen, Himari, Hina, and Yua, all stood there wide-eyed, as Lila retold what had happened not long ago. By the time she was done, Gwen quickly rushed over to Jenn and gave her a big, motherly hug, the same one she gave to her daughter who was only a few years older.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry that happened to you. I heard the news about that college, but I had no idea you were a part of that horrid event,” Gwen said, as she finally stepped back to give Jenn some breathing room.

"It's okay. He managed to come to get me before they did anything to me," Jenn explained, still a little timid about the whole thing.

"Who came, sweetie… Jason?” Gwen said, coming to realize who he was, and completely forgetting his alias.

“Yes, when I got the call from Sarah, Jason asked where she was and rushed over there. And let's just say he didn’t take no for an answer from those scumbags,” Lila explained.

“What do you mean?” This time, it was Himari who spoke up.

“I think it is better if we show you all, but you better promise to not speak a word of this. He kinda made sure that no one knew he was there,” Ronnie explained, as she pulled out her phone.

With a nod from all four women, Ronnie pulled out the recorded footage she had on hand, including the one where a college girl recorded the fight Jason had with the fraternity brothers. They all watched intently, as Jason mowed down each man that came his way. They all gasped, as they saw Jason take on the big guy, and how he took him down like a sack of potatoes.

“Wow. It’s like seeing an action movie, but in real life,” Hina said, as the video came to an end.

“We thought so, too. But let me tell you, it was even scarier in real life,” Lily said, recounting how that night went.

By the time the video ended, all four women were gobsmacked by what they had just seen. Then Gwen went on, and looked at Jenn, "Are you okay? I know you are probably tired of hearing that same question over and over again, but I have to ask."

“Yeah, I will be. That’s why we are here, to try to put that thing behind us, both the resort and the spa day."

With a bit of a smile, Gwen looked over the Lodge staff, "Hina. Yua. I want you to give this young lady the best message you can offer. I want her to forget her troubles, and be born anew."

They both nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Dutton, but you realize that you would have to wait until we are done, and we kinda have a full schedule for today. Plus we are short-staffed since it is the holidays," Himari said, explaining their current situation.

“Pish posh, right now this young lady needs your undivided attention. We’ll wait until then.”

“Actually if you don’t mind, I could give you a massage. I’m a licensed massage therapist,” Lily spoke up.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am a personal trainer, and one of the requirements is to be versed in different massage techniques. So I don’t mind, if it helps move things along,” Lily said, reassuring Gwen and the other women.

"Okay, but to be forewarned, it would take a jackhammer to work out these knots," Gwen mused, as she made her way to the massage table.

Yua and Hina, both followed suit, with Jenn in tow. Jenn was hesitant at first, but with gentle encouragement from Yua, Hina, and Ronnie, she slipped out of her robe and lay face down on the table, with only a towel covering her rear end. Gwen, on the other hand, went full commando, unashamed of her body. Lily did ask for a shirt to wear, since her robe was a bit cumbersome to wear while performing a massage, so Himari went and grabbed her one. Unfortunately, they only had a small one, so when Lily put it on, it was skin-tight. Luckily, it did cover her mound, but only barely. She didn't mind it, though, but wished Jason was there to see her in such an outfit. Maybe she would take it with her, and try it on later, but just for him.

Lily went over all the bottles. Reading them and sorting which ones to use at which times. She also saw a bottle warmer, so the oil would be warm to the touch when applied. She noted how every bottle was a high-end product. All were organic and highly expensive, plus a few had the Lodge logo. Lily knew her oils, since at one point, her manager had tasked her with finding new oils to use in their gym. Something that would catch the public’s eye and drum up more business.

So with everything in order, Lily grabbed the first bottle and began to pour some of it into her hands. She began to work into Gwen's legs, taking the bottom-up approach. It took some time to find the right tempo and application of pressure, but once she did, Gwen started to sing like a canary. Moans of pleasure and relief started to escape Gwen's muffled lips, as Lily made her way up her body, admiring her mature form. Gwen was softer than most women, but by no means fat. It showed more of her feminine wiles. Especially around Gwen's rear end. It was so soft and malleable, that Lily had to stop herself from playing with it all day.

"You know, for such a small woman, you have a lot of power behind those hands of yours," Gwen grunted, as Lily worked on one of the knots that were in her shoulders.

“That happens when one works out as hard as me,” Lily jested.

“Oh really, it must be tough trying to find a man to keep up with you.”

"You have no idea," Lily said, all the while her thoughts went back to Jason and the wild night they had. She caught a glance of Sarah who shied away from her stare.

Then the final moment arrived, when Lily finished with her backside. “Okay, time to turn over.”

Lily couldn't look away, as the two giant orbs of flesh came into view. Big, round, and firm, for all, to see.

“You know it is okay to look,” Gwen said, with a bit of a mischievous smile, as she saw the women shy away from her. “I got these babies because I want people to look at them. You know I get a new pair about every ten years on my wedding anniversary. People say it was for my husband, and that was true at first. Now though, I get them for myself, and my husband gets to have all the fun.”

"Well if you don't mind me asking, but what size are they?" Lily asked, as she began to massage Gwen's legs once again.

"Well I started with a regular old pair of B cups, but I always wanted them to be bigger. So, when my husband casually mentioned getting a boobjob, he thought he was being sly. I, of course, jumped on it. Of course, I didn't want to come off as too eager, so I made him work for it. From there, I went from a B to a D, and let's just say I loved them. So much so, that after ten years, I upgraded from a C to an F, then my last one was an F to what I am now, 38G."

"Wow, I never knew they made them so big," Ronnie said, as she looked at her pair.

“Oh they do, and much more. Once you reach past the DD range, you are at the pornstar level,” Gwen said, as she sighed from Lily's expert hands.

“But aren’t they a bit uncomfortable?” Lila asked.

"Oh god yes, these things are killer on the back, but with a good, reinforced bra and a strong back, it makes it all worth it, trust me," Gwen said. Then, she looked at Lily who was just below her boob line. "Go on, honey. They’re just tits, they need to be felt up."

Lily blushed at that, but she went in and massaged those two massive globes. Lily was in awe of their size, but more so, of how they felt. It was not her first time feeling another woman's breast, but Gwen was by far the biggest. She was surprised at how real they felt, and how they did not look fake, but as if god blessed her with massive mammaries.

“Wow, these feel so real,” Lily whispered.

“Oh, I hope they do, I paid top dollar for these puppies.”

"It looks like your doctor did a fantastic job," Ronnie said, as she got up and walked up toward Gwen and Lily.

“How would you know, did you get a pair yourself?” Gwen asked.

"Yes, I have. My ex bought a pair for me, like you, on our wedding anniversary. Fat lot of good that did."

“Why, sweetie?”

“Because he cheated on her with one of the nurses at the hospital he works at,” Lily stepped in, hating that man for what he did to Ronnie.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, he got his just desserts.”

“Really and why would you say that?”

“Because V here, took him to the cleaners for everything he had, plus there was that date you had with Jason.”

“A date?” Gwen asked, her interest piqued.

“It wasn’t a date, it was an… outing.”

From there, Ronnie told Gwen everything that happened that night at the charity event and everything about her ex. The only thing she left out was what they did after they left, and the wild night they had in his room; embarrassed by the fact she had her world rocked, and her ass drilled into oblivion.

"Sounds like you had a great night," Gwen said. "And how about you, what is life like as his secretary?" she asked Lila.

“Life is good, for the most part,” Lila said modestly, but Lily stepped in and filled Gwen in on what had happened in their lives. Mainly on how their apartment burned down, and that they were still running an investigation. Plus, how Jason took them in, and while he wasn’t the most pleasant host, he wasn’t making life more difficult for them.

"Oh my, it seems like this Jason fellow has come through for you all," Gwen said, as she looked over towards Jenn, who was being treated like royalty and was in a near massage-induced coma, thanks to the precision work of Yua and Hina.

“Yeah, he has," Lily said, as she was nearly done with Gwen's massage.

By the time she was done, Gwen sat up on the table searching her muscles, as she felt how loose they were, impressed by Lily's massage technique.

"I must say, Lily, you did a fantastic job, almost as good as Yua and Hina over there."

"Thank you, Gwen. I had a lot of practice," she bashfully said, as she looked at Lila, who was her massage partner when she was pursuing her license.

Gwen then decided to get up and stroll over to the food cart, and decided to pick up a few fresh fruits—forgoing the fact that she was completely naked in front of everybody.

“You know, it sounds like Jason is quite the catch. If I were you ladies, I would find a way to lock him down before some trollop comes by and whisks him away.”

That seemed to catch everyone's attention. Everyone besides Jenn, who was still moaning from the sheer pleasure of her massage.

“I don’t think he would be interested in girls like us; besides, he has Shea,” Lila said, as she tried to not look at Gwen's heavy chest.

"Shea? Who is Shea? Are you telling me there is another woman?" Gwen wondered who the mystery woman was. Lily smirked at the misunderstanding, and decided to play along.

“Yeah, Shea is a lovely girl. She came into his life about the same time Jason got out,” Lily said, as she winked at Ronnie and Lila, hoping they would play along.

"Oh, really, and why isn't she here with us?"

"Oh she is, it's that she is at the cabin right now," Lily quipped back. "She is pretty though in an adorable way. Plus, she makes for a good running partner. We jog together all the time, and she is a blast to be with. Right, Lila. Right, Ronnie."

"Ah, yes she is," Lila said, unsure what to say.

“Oh well, maybe after we are done here, then I might get a chance to meet her. She sounds like a lovely girl, and I can't wait to talk to her,” Gwen said, then she heard Lily snicker. “What? What is it?”

“I think it’s better to just show you again,” Ronnie said, as she pulled up a photo on her phone, which was one they took after her and Jason’s night out. One where they were all wearing bikinis by the pool.

"Oh, Shea is a dog," Gwen said, as she finally realized how wrong she was. "How embarrassing, I thought she was a real girl. Still, though, she is adorable."

"Yes, she is," Lily said, as she stood next to a nude Gwen who wasn't even bothering to cover up.

“So how is she?” Gwen asked.

“Oh, real friendly dog, loves people.” Then Lila remembered something. “Well, almost everyone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, remember the scumbag that was Jenn's boyfriend, you know the one that brought her to that awful place?” to which Gwen nodded.

"God, I hope that boy rots in jail or is suffering a worse kind of fate," Gwen spat out, making sure Jenn didn’t hear their conversation. She didn't want to ruin the poor girl's spa day, by mentioning her evil ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah, me too. Anyway, he stopped by, as we were settling in Jason's house, and Shea growled at him. She had never done that before, but there was something she did not like about him. God, I should have let her maul that man right on the spot, instead of holding her back," Lila said, nearly in tears as to have almost let that boy near her daughter.

“Hey, it is okay, you didn’t know, and besides, your daughter is safe, that’s all that matters,” Gwen said, in a reassuring tone. “Look, I have a daughter who is just about the same age as Jenn. I know the worry we mothers have to go through about our daughters. But yours is safe and sound, that's all that matters.”

“I know, I know. I just wished I could have seen what Shea had seen. She instantly knew that he was up to no good,” Lila said, as she slumped in her seat.

“You know, dogs have heightened senses that can judge a person's character. If they feel something bad coming off of them, then they can instantly be threatened by them.”

"I did not know that," Lila said, as she tried to look past Gwen's massive bosom.

"Oh yes, my family always had dogs, we tend to know every quirk about them. To me, it sounds like Shea is a natural shepherd dog. They tend to be the most observant, and alert dogs out there. If they see something or someone they don't like, then they are instantly on the defensive; you know, to protect the herd. It just means that she loves and cares about you and your little girl."

"Well, I guess from now on, I guess I would let her weigh in her opinion on any guy that walks through that door, and comes near my daughter," Lila mused, as she remembered how Shea so easily took to Jason when he got her, and how the original owners had trouble with her.

"Plus, she was probably warding off other men, since she sees you as Jason's girls," Gwen smirked, as she saw the shocked looks from Ronnie, Lila, Sarah, and Lily.

“No, it can’t be, he doesn't see us like that,” Lila said, trying her best not to blush.

“Nonsense, you are all attractive ladies, I am sure he fancies one of you. After all, he is still a man.”

That seemed to bring a deeper blush to several of the women inside that room, but luckily, they didn't have to wait too long in awkwardness, since after completing their duel massages, Jenn slinked off the table and placed her robe right back on. Yua and Hina didn't miss a beat, as they asked for their next volunteer. So one by one, all the women got their turn at the massage table. After that was finished, Himari led the group throughout the facility to continue with the Hygieia package. As they went from treatment to treatment, the ladies grew closer together, mainly Gwen and Ronnie, as they found out that they had some similar interests. Lila joined in too, but she spent most of her time with Jenn, as their mother-daughter spa day continued.

The one hiccup they did run into was when they entered a room where they performed colon hydrotherapy. It was something that most women were not accustomed to. But after some literature on the benefits of the treatment, and some encouragement from Gwen, Ronnie decided to give it a try. Then, one by one, each woman was led into a room where people who were trained to operate the machinery were. It took about an hour for the full treatment, but afterward, every woman came out with a bit of a pleasant feeling. They finished off with their beauty regimen with manicures, a sauna, and one more trip to the showers, where Himari, Hina, and Yua, rubbed an all-natural skin lotion that made a woman's skin feels supple and as soft as silk, while also rejuvenating the body. By the time they were done, it was almost half past five. By the time they got ready to leave, an older-looking Japanese woman in a form-fitting dress strolled up towards them, with Himari, Hima, and Yua in tow.

“I hope you all had a pleasant experience, here at the Lodge,” she said, in a formal, yet lovely tone.

“We sure did, as always, Yui, top-notch work, I feel like the last two weeks didn’t even happen,” Gwen said, as she came and shook Yui’s hand.

“Good, I hoped my girls treated you well.”

“Your girls, are these your daughters you keep talking about?”

“Yes, they are. Normally, I let them run management, but with it being the holiday I am a bit short-staffed, so they stepped in. I hope their talent was up to snuff.”

“In more ways than one, you taught them well.”

“Gwen, who is this?” Ronnie asked, as she stood up right next to them.

"Oh sorry, where are my manners? This right here's Yui Sakaguchi, owner, and manager of the Lodge, and apparently, we were being attended by her three lovely daughters."

“Daughters, but they all look to be the same age,” this time it was Jennifer who spoke up.

“Well that is because they are triplets, well fraternal triplets,” Yui smirked, as that always throws people for a loop.

“You three are sisters, why didn’t you say anything?” Jennifer asked.

"You didn't ask, and it is impolite and improper to discuss ourselves in front of clients," Himari said, with her sisters in tow.

“That's right, it is not our way,” Yui said.

“Your way?” said the curious Jennifer.

“Yes, my family has been running a bathhouse back in Japan for generations. We know how to give the best experience,” Yui explained.

"Then why are you here in America?"

Yui's face went somber for a bit, but then she said, "My family didn't condone the marriage to my late husband. After he passed, I decided to move out here with my kids in tow. It was slow and hard, but with the money I got from his life insurance, I managed to open up my massage parlor back in California, using the techniques, shampoo, and oils that my family has been using for generations."

"That was your family blend. I must say, my skin hasn't felt this wonderful in years," Lila said, as she couldn't help but feel how soft and supple her skin felt."

“Same here,” Sarah, Lily, Jennifer, and Ronnie said at the same time.

“Well good, that is what I pride myself in doing.”

“So how did you manage to own this place?” Jennifer asked.

"I managed to catch the fancy of the owner of this resort, well mainly his wife, and he offered me to run my spa resort. At first, it was to appease his wife, but once he saw the profits I raked in, he expanded my facilities. Now, I make so much that I bought this spa outright, and now I am the owner, with the expressed permission to keep it here at the resort."

“Wow, that is quite a story. I am sorry about your husband, though. It must have been tough on you," Lila said, reassuringly.

"It was, but luckily I have my girls. Anyway enough about me, I am here to deliver some complimentary gift baskets for the lot of you.” Then, Yui walked up to Jenn, "Especially your pretty flower. The girls told me what you went through, I hope you don't mind."

Jenn shook her head, “No, it is okay, I’ve got past the worst of it. Thank you, though; this was exactly what I needed.”

"It is my pleasure, that was why my family went into the bathhouse business back during the feudal era, to rejuvenate the body, the mind, and the soul." Yui handed Jenn a basket. "Here, have this. It has some small bottles of my family's blend of massage oils and aromatherapy. Normally, I don't let this leave the premises, but you seem like you might need it. Plus, my girls said that they had spent time with you all. You all should have it," Yui said to the rest of the group, directing Himari to hand out the small baskets.

“Thank you, Yui, but it is too much,” Gwen said, as she too got handed a small basket.

"Nonsense, you are my loyal customer and brought us five lovely women. Please come again, and I might get out from behind the desk and work on you myself. And please bring your husband along, or your mysterious man I keep hearing about."

That last part was directed at Jason's group, as the mysterious man was him. They all said their thanks, and left with a bit of a spring in their step, with a healthy glow surrounding them.

Chapter 18

As the ladies made their way back to the main lounge, Jason and Henry were at the bar area waiting for them. Jason did not think a spa day would take the entire day, but when Henry told him about it, he had no idea what to do for the entire day. Jason was a little perturbed by the fact, he had no idea how to fill the hours of the day. Ever since he got out, he was never once alone. He always had one of his girls, in or around, to keep him company. He didn't have too much time to dwell on it because just when the dinner rush was coming in, the ladies made their grand entrances.

"Hello, honey. I hope you two had a great time at the casino?" Gwen said, as she sauntered over to her husband's side.

“It was all right, no one wanted to play with us. Mainly, no one wanted to play with him. I guess he developed quite the reputation,” Henry said, as she pointed towards Jason.

"Oh, I can imagine after the show he put on, Mr. Solace," Gwen said, as she looked at Jason who looked bored at the moment. That was until he heard his real last name. Gwen only smiled, as she caught the firefly look in Jason's eyes. "It's okay, your girls haven't told me anything. I figured it out the moment we met. You are quite famous, you know."

“He is, darling?” Henry asked.

“Why yes, if you recall, this is the man who was recently released from false imprisonment. It was all over the news.”

It took Henry a moment to remember what his wife was saying, then, like a bolt of lightning, he remembered what his wife had mentioned.

"Well since you know me, I hope you would still call me by the name Archer. Even though I was cleared, my real name still holds some notoriety. I would like to keep things private, if you don't mind," Jason said to them, almost as a warning.

"Of course, we are friends now, I would like that we still can be. Anyway, why don't we head to the dining area, me and the girls are finished."

Gwen led the way toward the main area, with Ronnie right next to her. Jason nodded at how close the two had gotten in the short time they had been together. They acted like they were long-lost friends. As they got there, Gwen directed the maitre d’ to put a couple of tables together, and in an area where they could get some privacy.

“So, what are your plans for this Christmas? You know it is right around the corner,” Gwen asked, as the waiter took their orders.

They all looked toward Jason, but it was Lily who spoke up. “Well, we don’t exactly know what to do, but I was hoping to decorate the tree that the people here set up at the cabin.”

“Yeah, that would be nice, make things a little more festive,” Jenn chimed in.

"You know there is a Lowe’s nearby, I'm sure you can find everything you need for the tree; plus, there is a Superstore right next to it."

"Oh could we go, I would love to decorate the tree?" she asked her mother. Christmas wasn't always the best holiday for the Williams family, but for Jenn, she had her fondest memories, with just her and her aunt. Late-night movie marathons, ugly sweaters, and board games until they were too tired to stay up.

“Well, can we?’ Lila asked Jason, since it was his cabin and had the right to veto their plans.

Jason wanted to say, “HELL NO,” as Christmas wasn’t the most wonderful time of the year for him. He wanted to stop all of it, but as he looked at Jenn and those big green eyes of hers, the same color as her mother’s and aunt’s, he could not deny her that request. Because he didn’t like it, didn’t mean he had to make others not celebrate it as well.

“Sure, you could go after we are done here,” he told the group, to which Jenn's eyes lit up.

The turnaround for their meal was pretty quick, even for Jason's standards. Everyone enjoyed their meal, while discussing how their day went. They did tell the men that the owner of the Lodge spa would like for them to stop by for their treatment. Henry wasn't really for it, since he didn't see it as manly enough, to which his wife teased him about it. They were the picture of the perfect marriage, and even Ronnie commented on it and asked how they did it.

"Oh trial and error, and lots of compromises and understanding. And sometimes, forgiveness," Gwen said, as she looked lovingly at the man she loved.

"Sounds like there is a story there?" Ronnie asked, as she caught on to the last part.

"Well, not every marriage is perfect. We've had our ups, and our downs, and sometimes we stray, well mostly me," Gwen said, but she wasn't ashamed of it.

“You had an affair?” Lily asked.

“Yes, once, and only once,” Gwen said, owning up to her stumble.

“You seemed pretty honest about it. Normally people don’t admit their mistakes,” Jason said, as he took a bite of his rosemary pasta.

“Of course. If we don’t admit to them, then how are we going to learn from them.”

“So who was the guy, if you don’t mind me asking?” Lily asked, always a sucker for a juicy story.

“Who said it was a he?” Gwen smirked, as she sipped her wine.

“Oh a woman, interesting.”

"Yes, she was…" Gwen paused, as she enjoyed the feeling of the wine swallowing down her throat, as she recounted that blissful night. "It was during a Halloween party that one of our friends was throwing. The party was raging, and the wine and spiked punch were flowing. Everyone was having a grand ol’ time. Me and Henry went as Bonnie and Clyde, but, of course, since it was Halloween, my outfit was a lot skimpier than what women wore during that time.

"As for her, she dressed as a sexy Irene Adler from the Rachel Mcadams version. Let's just say, sweaty bodies, and high alcohol, do not mix well. We caught each other's eyes, and we sang and danced. It was like we were long-lost friends, except we had just met. It was going so well that I lost Henry, and we wound up on the second floor. We were laughing and giggling so much, we didn't notice where we were until he heard the soft screams of pleasure from one of the rooms.

"Curiosity and a little drunkenness filled our minds, and we kinda peeked in. We saw a woman who looked like she was wearing a space suit from one of those cheap porno films, riding on top of a cowboy who only had his boots, cowboy hat, and mask on. I think he was supposed to be the Lone Ranger, or something, but I didn't care much, only the scene that was right in front of me. It got me so hot that when my friend started to feel me up, I let it happen. We wound up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we had our fill with each other. It was a night of sweaty debauchery and lust, but all things must come to an end.

“Henry found us not long after we were finished. I was shocked and ashamed, but my friend took things in stride. She walked up to him and pulled out his cock and sucked him off right there and then. I could tell Henry was angry and confused, and in a sense, so was I. I was watching a woman sucking my husband's cock, the very same woman I had just made love to, and yet I said nothing. I did nothing, but only watched. I know I shouldn't allow anyone to have my husband, but I didn't exactly have the moral high ground, since I was the one who cheated on him first—with the same woman."

“So what did you do?” Jenn asked, listening to the erotic story with renewed interest.

"What else could I do? I sat there and watched as she devoured my husband's stiff prick. Then he seemed to snap out of it, and gave in to the pleasure, figuring that if I could have her, then so should he. He was right, on the matter of fairness. Then, once he was nice and hard, she pulled back and looked up at him. She asked if he was mad at us for doing this. Of course, he said yes. Then in a sultry purr, she told my husband that I should be punished, that we should be punished. What man could refuse such an offer? So my husband, in all his cowboy fury, fucked me and her, for the rest of the night, and every night for that whole week. In fact, by the end of it, it is what led to my daughter being born."

"Wow, that is quite the story," Ronnie said, while trying to not squirm in her seat, as her panties felt damp. She wasn't the only one, as almost every woman at the table was feeling the effects of that erotic story.

“So what happened to her? Your friend, I mean,” Jenn asked.

"Oh, we kept an off-and-on relationship for a while. Sometimes we would partake with her as a couple, or one-on-one. It went on for a few years, until she met a nice fellow of her own, and had to stop her free-spirited lifestyle. I was sad to see her go, but she wanted to devote herself to her husband, so we put a stop to it. She moved away to the East Coast, and even though we talk from time to time, we don't see each other as often as we used to.

“Still, though, I thanked her for the time we spent together, and for everything she did. In the end, I did have an affair away from my husband, but because of her quick thinking, and free-spirited ways, she allowed us to save our marriage. An affair like that could destroy most, but we learned, and in turn, we came up with a system for ourselves, a motto if you will. It is only an affair if the other person doesn't know about it. So, if we fancy another person, we talk about it and see if it is something worth pursuing. A somewhat swinger lifestyle, but not fully into it.

“But enough about that, I think it's time for you ladies to go Christmas shopping," Gwen said, as the waiters bused away their finished plates.

“Oh yes, you're right. Come on let's go,” Lila said, as she tried to get past her horny brain.

“Actually, could you four go? I would like to talk to Jason here, as well as Ronnie. I nearly haven’t spent enough time with him as my Henry here?” Gwen asked them.

Lila looked at Jason to see what he wanted to do.

"It's okay. I have a feeling that I'm going to need to hear what she has to say," Jason said, as he handed Lila the valet ticket for the Lincoln, telling them that he and Ronnie would go back in her car. Lila took the keys and escorted all those who were not staying behind.

“So now we are alone, what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh a man that gets straight to the point, I like that. I just wanted to get to know the man that these women are smitten with. You know they told me a lot about you,” Gwen said, as the waiter brought them a new round of drinks.

“Oh really?” Jason asked, trying to see where the conversation was going.

"Oh yes, and I must say, not one bad thing was said about you. Besides that, you are sometimes loud, brash, and have a chilly demeanor that could freeze a lake."

“Well nothing much I could do there,” Jason quipped, as he sipped his whisky.

“Yeah, I would suppose so, given your background. I can't imagine what you went through, and I am not here to pry."

"Then why are we here?"

"Well as I said, to get to know you. I must say taking in three women after their place burned down, and not asking anything in return."

“I had the money and the room. Besides, I was tired when they came to me late at night.”

Gwen just smiled at Jason's modesty, liking that man even more. "What about Ronnie, here? I heard you showed her a good time and that you put her sniveling ex-husband to shame."

Ronnie's cheeks blushed at that, remembering what happened after that night, in that suit of his. Her asshole twitched as it remembered the first time he plowed through her forbidden valley. Her train of thought was interrupted when Jason cut in and answered Gwen's question.

"He was a prick that rubbed me the wrong way. Frankly, it was easy to show what an asshole he was."

"I'm sure it was," Gwen mused, as she noticed how Ronnie's body was reacting to Jason's words. It was subtle, but she got the vaguest hint that Ronnie was getting aroused. She smiled inwardly, as she assumed that something was going on between them.

“Okay, okay, but what about those three boys you swindled out of their money earlier?”

“If they were smart enough, they would have realized that they should have just walked away when they had the chance. Frankly, thinking they could cheat me, was a big mistake on their part, and I capitalized on that part.”

"And capitalize what you did. Not only did you get a swanky new car that cost more than most make in ten years, but you also got a nice chunk of change and a very fancy watch. Which I must say, does look mighty fine on my husband's wrist. I must thank you for that, by the way. I was considering getting him a new watch for our upcoming anniversary."

"Really, oh thanks, darling," Henry said, as he kissed his wife right in front of Jason and Ronnie.

"Of course, anything for my honey bear." Gwen smiled at the affection her husband had given her. Then she turned back towards Jason. "As I said, I should be thanking you for the watch, it is something I would like to give him, but it would have been out of my reach."

"It's no problem. Frankly, the watch was more than flashy for my taste, and he said he liked it. So we traded, his for mine, plain and simple."

“Yeah, and what about the car, what are you going to do about…” and just like that a loud voice filled the room, cutting off Jason, and Gwen’s conversation.

"WHERE IS HE? SON, HE BETTER BE HERE!" said an irate man, as he brought a younger version of himself in tow. Then he turned his sights to Jason's table, as the younger version of him pointed in Jason's direction. The old man marched up to Jason and tried to compose himself, and while he had quieted his voice, his face still had a mask of red fury. “Excuse me, but by chance, are you the man that won a car yesterday?"

It took Jason a minute to realize that the young man was a Harvard-shirt guy from the poker game, and the irate man was probably his father; pissed that his son lost his very expensive car.

“Yes, what’s it to you,” Jason said, unimpressed by the man's appearance.

"Well, you see there has been a somewhat misunderstanding. You see, this is my son, and he made the godly mistake of gambling on my car."

“Oh yeah, sorry about that,” Jason said, while in truth he couldn’t care less.

"Yes, well as it stands, since he was allowed to gamble away my car, maybe we can be civil and you could just hand it back to me."

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I no longer have the car,” Jason said, as he looked up at the man in a relaxing posture, even when he saw the man pop a vein in his forehead.

“What do you mean you don't have it? Did you gamble it away, or did you sell it,” the irate man said, as he tried to hide the edge in his voice.

"No, I gave it away," Jason said, handily.

"GAVE IT…" he coughed into his hand, as he tried to lower his voice, "You gave it away. Well if you would be so kind, could you direct me to the man that you traded the car too."

“Sure he’s right there here,” Jason said, pointing to Ronnie.

The man's eyes went wide, as he saw Jason point to Ronnie. Then he hid his devilish smile, figuring that he could sweet talk his way into having her give his car back, as he did with his wife and his mistresses.

"Well hello, I'm sorry to do this, especially to a lovely lady such as yourself, but would you please be so kind as to give me the car back? My son here so foolishly gambled away my car, a car was his right to give. I would make it worth your while," he smiled at her, as he leaned at her form-fitting sweater that showed off her ample breasts.

Ronnie didn't like the man. Even though the man spoke in a soothing and somewhat-charming tone, it reminded her of the way her ex-husband used to speak. That alone, made her want to rip his face off, but then she decided to try something new. She decided to take a page from Jason's book. So she put on a big smile, and looked up at the man.

"Well, I am sure we can agree," that seemed to bring a smile to the man's face, thinking he could sweet talk his way out of his current situation. That was short-lived when Ronnie told him what she wanted. "Let's say the original retail price of the car when it first came off the lot, is 3.2 million. Pay me that, and I will happily give you back the car."

“What?” the man said, shocked by the request.

"You heard me. The original retail value of the car when it rolled up. My research told me that it was 3,185,996 dollars, so 3.2 million sounds like a fairly round number. Pay me that, either cashier's check, bonds, or maybe a wire transfer into my Grand Cayman account. Once I see that, then I will give you the car, right there and then."

"But it is my car. My son had no right to gamble on it," the man said, the throbbing in his vein starting to increase.

“Yes, that may be so, but he did, and he lost, and therefore lost the car. If you have an issue with that, then talk it up with your son.”

“NO!" the man nearly yelled out, dropping his smile, as if he wasn't going to be pushed around. "I will contest this. There is no way that bet was legal."

“You could go that route, but I wouldn’t if I were you,” Ronnie warned.

“And why is that?”

"Because even though it wasn't the standard betting chips, the resort does encourage table bets, as long as it was the owner who offered it. And I'm sure that eyewitnesses would corroborate that your son was the one who offered the car, as part of the bet."

"I'm not so sure. I don't see any witness that could corroborate your version of the story. Besides, I have never once seen this man before. Who's to say he wasn't the one that persuaded my son to offer the car as collateral? After all, as far as I heard it, this man Mr…"

“Archer,” Jason said.

“Mr. Archer was winning, before my son bet the car. I’m sure he probably covered it up by betting it, to help my son recover his losses, to wind up swindling him out of his money, and my car. Who do you think they are going to believe, my son or a newcomer who would bet on women, like they were cattle.”

Ronnie was getting tired of the man, as he seemed to not take the hint that he lost. Even more, he was starting to paint Jason as the bad guy in all of this, since he won and was new to the scene. Ronnie wasn't going to have any of it. She was about to speak up, but was stopped when Gwen placed a hand on her arm. Then Henry spoke.

"I would hold off if I were you, sir. I was there, and I know that it was your son and his compatriots that offered to bet on the car. Mr. Archer didn't ask, or in your words, swindle your son into betting his. Oh, I'm sorry about your car. He did that of his own volition. As for betting his women, your son, and his friends said Mr. Archer should offer them as far as compensation for upping the ante. He agreed, and as I found out later, the girls were okay with it. Isn't that right?" Henry asked Ronnie, to which she agreed.

The man was starting to turn as red as a tomato, as his temper was starting to get the better of him.

“And who the hell do you think you are?” the man said, with a hard edge to his voice, that was full of maliciousness.

"I'm Henry Dutton, and this over here is my lovely wife, Gwendoline Dutton, and we run High Road Logistics."

The man's face paled, as he heard the name of that company. Henry and Gwen were the premier transport company in the world, ranging from trucking, railroads, and cargo ships. If you needed a very expensive piece of equipment or cargo transported around the world, in a record and reliable time, you call HRL.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Dutton. I did know who you were. Please accept my deepest apologies. And you, Mrs. Dutton."

Jason was surprised that the man shriveled up at the mention of Dutton's company. Henry told Jason that he and his wife run a transport company, but he didn't think it was that big. Jason realized that he had made a powerful ally.

"Well, we can overlook this, if you settle up your bet."

"I really can't. It's my car, my son had no right to gamble it away. My honor and pride are on the line."

“Well if I were you, I would do as the woman says. Your pride is on the line,” this time it was Jason who spoke to the man, wanting to get the farce over with.

"And why should I do that?" the man asked, as he stared down at Jason with the usual death stare he would do to his employees. He was a little perturbed, when Jason didn't flinch at his stare.

“Because if you don’t, then the good folk would know your son and his friends had been running a rigged game, the entire time they were here. Especially to those that lost to them.”

The man stared down at his son, and saw that he shrank under his glare. He realized then and there, that his son had been cheating. That seemed to make the man's anger flare, as he realized that he had not only cheated but that had gotten caught.

"I don't know what you're talking about. But if I did, then wouldn't that mean the game they played wasn't legit, and that the winnings go back to their sole owners? As you said, no one likes a cheat," he said to them, hoping to use the threat that if Jason blabs, then he, too, would be in trouble.

“You could do that,” Jason said, as he rubbed his beard. “But if you do, then that means all my winnings have to go back to the original owner.”

“That's right,” the man said, fingering that he had them on the ropes.

But then Jason said, “Well if I do that, then that means that watch would have to go back. And if that is true, then that means the deal I made with Mr. Dutton, here, goes away.”

“Deal? What deal?” the man asked, not liking the tone of voice Jason was using.

"Oh you see, Mr. Dutton here was one of the men that your son and his friends swindled. I felt bad for him, so I told him that he got cheated. Of course, he was furious and was about to exact some cowboy justice from your son and his two friends. I didn't want that, so I made a deal that I would give him the watch and he won't go after your son. But if I have to give back the watch because it wasn't mine, then that means that deal no longer holds."

“Is this true?” the man asked Henry, seeing if Jason was bluffing.

Henry, of course, caught on to Jason's plan and remembered the favor he asked him, when he traded Jason his watch for the one Henry had on.

"Yes, that's true. He told me your son was no good at cheating, and I was about to teach him some manners, the way we learned back when I worked on a ranch. And let me tell you, we know how to make a lesson stick. But as Mr. Archer said, he offered me the watch he won since he liked the way it looked, and to help offset the losses I had. Seventy-five grand. I take the watch, I trade him mine, and I don't hunt down your son, as I do with the deer back at home."

That last part seemed to put a pause on the guy's rant. So much so, that Ronnie stepped in and finished the conversation. Ronnie explained to the man what would happen if he went down several routes, and explained how he would lose if he didn't do what she asked. She peppered him with legal jargon about betting, about the resort's code of conduct, on how if his son was found out as a con man, then his family name would be ruined. Then with the backing of the Duttons, and the eyewitness testimony that Henry and Jason could easily bring up, since while the ladies were having their spa day, Jason was meeting up with all the men the trio had swindled, making contacts, and finding out how much the boys had conned them out of, which led to the total amount of half a million. By the time she was done, the once loud man seemed to shrink down at least a foot.

“So do we have an understanding?” Ronnie asked, as she offered the man a chair so they could conclude their business deal.

“What do you want?” the man asked, trying to remain calm.

"Like I said. I want the original retail price of the vehicle when it rolls off the lot. Or you could just fulfill Mr. Archer's first request, and transfer ownership to me since he gave me the vehicle. In my opinion, I would go with the latter. You still will take the loss, but this way you could save face, and all of this would go away. So, do we have a deal?"

The man begrudgingly accepted the deal, and was about to leave when Ronnie spoke up.

"Right now would be good, since you are here. I have the forms already drawn up since Mr. Archer, here, gave me the car. I was expecting your son this Friday, as Mr. Archer's deadline, but since you are here and the actual owner; well, as my mother likes to say, 'there is nothing like the present.'

Ronnie had this look, like she shouldn't be messed with, so he agreed. Ronnie made a quick trip to the business center and came back with the form and a notary to oversee the deal. A few signatures here and there, and Ronnie was the proud owner of a 2030 Mercedes SLR McLaren. Then the man got up, shook her hand, and left, dragging his son, and telling him what he had to do, for losing his car.

“Well, that was better than any show I had ever seen,” Gwen said, as she finished the bar snacks she had the waiter bring over. “Much more entertaining than any of those entertainers that this place brings. So Ronnie, how does it feel to be the owner of a brand new super sports car?”

"It feels great, Gwen. And besides, it was a gift from Jason, here. It would have been rude to give it back, after such a grand gesture like that."

“Very true, and I must say you are one heck of a lawyer. That man’s head was spinning after all the legal shit you were willing to throw at him, if he didn’t do what you asked. Tell me was any of it true?”

“Well about eighty percent, but who's counting?”

"I must say you were very convincing, even though I believed everything you said, and I used to study corporate law, before my hubby allowed me to run his family business."

"It was easy, plus your husband and Jason's help made it all the more believable," Ronnie said, as she slyly looked at Jason, contemplating whether or not to take him to a room and screw his brains out.

"Yes, I must say, those were some rather convenient threats you had there, Mr. Archer. Did you plan all of that," Gwen asked, as she looked Jason up and down, wondering if he would be good in the sack; then, she also noticed Ronnie giving him the same look.

“Most of it. I figured the son would welch on his deal, so I had an insurance policy in place in case it happened. I figured he would send for his dad to fix his mess. Just not so soon, but we did well,” Jason shared, as he was glad to be done with that sorry lot, and was a bit eager to get out of there.

"My, a man that plans. You, my friend, are a rare breed. And you, Ronnie, are a formidable woman. Henry, I have made my decision."

“What dear?” Henry asked, unsure what his wife had meant.

"I've decided that we are going to drop our current law firm, and that useless half-wit, and will go with Ronnie's firm, with her representing us."

Ronnie nearly choked on her wine, when Gwen told everyone her plan.

“Honey, are you sure?”

"Of course. I’ve just about had it with Tomas, and his partners. He screwed up so badly that I had to come in and fix it, which is why I needed this spa day. I was going to look for prospective law firms, but as fate would have it, one just fell into our laps. So what do you say, Ronnie? Do you think you and your firm would like to represent me and Henry, and High Road Logistics, with you as our lead counsel?"

Ronnie was speechless at the sudden revelation of this new development. She didn’t think Gwen would do something like change law firms, or make her the new counsel for her company and their lives. It was an incredible opportunity; one which would bring her the biggest account, her firm has ever seen, besides the Carlile account.

“Gwen, that would be incredible, but are you sure? I mean you just met me, and you made the decision rather brashly, and without your husband's consultation. If I was your lawyer, I would advise you to take your time and think this through.”

"Oh, I know, but let's just say I have a knack for reading people, and my husband is a good judge of character. I am more than sure that you are perfect for the job. Besides, my husband trusts me to make decisions like this. After all, he did everything for me to run the company. Isn't that right, sweetie?" Gwen cooed, as she caressed her husband's face.

“Of course, darling. Making you the head of the company was the smartest decision I ever made; well, other than marrying you, of course. If you believe this to be the right decision, then I am all for it.”

"You see, he agrees, so let's move on to the next phase."

“Next phase?” Ronnie asked.

“Oh yes, darling. You didn’t think you would get the job automatically. You still need one more thing to do. Don’t worry, it is simple. I just need you to answer three questions, and you must be completely honest when answering them. You see, in a relationship between a lawyer and her client, there needs to be complete and total transparency between them. You know what they say, the only people that truly know you—are yourself, the lord almighty, and your lawyer. So what do you say, Ms. Lambert, can you answer three questions?”

"Yes, Mrs. Dutton, I am ready."

“Good. Now, how long have you been sleeping with Jason?”

Gwen's question was so abrupt and so out there, and so personal, that Ronnie wasn’t entirely sure if she heard her correctly.

“How long have you been sleeping with Jason? And don’t deny it, I can tell from your body language, well mainly yours, darling; Jason, here, is like a brick wall.”

Ronnie composed herself and looked at Jason. When she did, she noted that he didn't seem bothered or ashamed. To that, Ronnie seemed to gather solace in the fact that Jason didn't mind telling them about their brief and new love life.

“Only a few days ago, and it was only once.”

“Oh really, do tell?”

"Well, remember I told you about the charity event and my ex-husband." Gwen nodded at that. "Well to most people that could have been a horrible date, or maybe a ruined one. Especially when an ex is involved. But what Jason did, making it the best night of my life. The wine, the dining, the dancing, and, of course, putting my ex in his place. It was wonderful. So much so, that not rewarding the man that gave me the time of my life would be wrong."

"Of course, it would be cruel."

"Yes, it would, so when we left the room, I let Jason have me. All of me, and it was the best night of my life, by far. It was wonderful… and what he did afterward."

"What did he do afterward?" Gwen asked.

Ronnie blushed, as she knew that she had to tell the whole truth. "While he was thoroughly fucking me, he was taking pictures and short videos of mainly me. And Jason sent them to my ex, telling my ex, that he would be taking care of me. They were pretty steamy pics."

“My god. Jason, you did that?” Gwen asked, shocked and somewhat thrilled to hear something like that.

"As I said, the guy rubbed me the wrong way," Jason said, nonchalantly.

"Yes, he has that effect. Anyway, of course, when he told me that, I was a bit perturbed. But after hearing exactly what he did, my ex would not be having copies of me, because Jason used one of those self-destructing messaging apps. Once hearing that, the glee on my face was very noticeable. It only made that night more pleasurable. So back to your previous question, yes, Jason and I have slept together, but it was only once, and only a few days ago."

"Well, that is very interesting. I hope you kept the pictures.”

Ronnie's face was flush telling everyone that she did keep them.

"Okay, I am satisfied with your answer to the first question, now one to the second one. Do you sleep with all of your clients, or just Jason?"

"In general, I have this rule that I don't sleep with clients. You know, never mix business with pleasure. But also, I will sleep with them if it means keeping them with the firm. It is tough being a woman in a man's corporate world. If somehow I lose a big client, then that means I lose my job. Luckily, I have had clients that were pleased with me, and I haven’t been put in a situation where I had to sleep with them. As for Jason, that night I didn't see him as a client. I saw him as a man who showed me a good time, and a good time that should be rewarded."

"Okay Ronnie, so let's say I threaten to leave, would you sleep with me and Henry?" Gwen grinned, as she loved the audacity of her question.

"If there was no other way, then yes. You and your company are too big to lose. But believe me, I would work as my damnedest for you and your company."

"Good, and after seeing you in action, I know I'll be more than satisfied. Now, the final question, and this is a doozy. Are you ready?"

"Yes Mrs. Dutton, I am ready for it," Ronnie assured her, that, indeed, she was ready to answer anything thrown her way.

"Okay, here it is. You know none of this would have happened if we didn't run into you. It wouldn't have happened if Henry did not offer Jason a drink, or if Jason hadn’t traded his watch for my husband’s. When I heard that story, I knew I had to meet him, and lo and behold, there was a man with five beautiful young women. Then we talked, we had a wonderful time in the spa, and we had a very entertaining dinner. I guess what I am trying to say is that none of this would have happened if Jason wasn't involved. So the question is, what would you do for Jason for granting you an amazing opportunity?"

Ronnie thought about the question for a moment and considered the implications. She told Gwen about her love life, and that Jason was the best she ever had. She also concluded that Gwen was right, Jason had offered her a great opportunity, one which would catapult her to the top of the firm's associates, if Ronnie would nab Gwen and her company. Ronnie knew the answer and she was going to be candid about it.

"Gwen, if you agree to move to my firm, and have me represent you, and maybe your company; then, Mrs. Dutton, as soon as you say yes, I would drag Jason out of this room, find the most secluded place in this resort, and beg him to fuck my ass until I couldn’t walk straight for the rest of the trip."

The way Ronnie told them, with no shame or regret, threw Henry, and Gwen off. But also the mere mention that Ronnie would let Jason plow her ass, for the first time since meeting her, Gwen was blushing.

“Oh, ah, okay. I didn’t think you were that type of girl,” Gwen coughed out, as she tried to control herself.

"In truth, I'm not. Jason was the first person to ever do that to me. I offered my body to him that night, and he took full advantage of it. Of course, he was gentle in the beginning, but once he got going… I lost all the strength in my legs. It was an experience," Ronnie said, noting how Jason wasn't ashamed of her anal experience, which seemed to bring a smile to her face.

“Well I don’t stop a good ass fucking so…” Gwen pulled out her phone and placed a call. “Thomas, this is Mrs. Dutton, I am here to inform you that I am going to drop you and your law firm and I am going with someone else.”

There was a scream coming from the other line, telling everyone who heard it, that Thomas didn't like that one bit. There was back and forth, which led to Gwen telling Thomas all the shit he did wrong, and how that was the last straw. The conversation ended with Gwen telling him that she would be filling out the paperwork that very night, and to have the firm prepare the file transfer to Ronnie’s firm.

"Well that was a hassle, but I'm glad that is done. Ronnie, it is a pleasure to inform you that you and your law firm are now representing me, my husband, and High Road Logistics." Gwen stood up and stuck out her hand.

"Thank you, and I promise you, we at Harold, Swanteson, and Associates, will do our best in making sure your business and estate are well taken care of," Ronnie said, as she shook both Gwen’s and Henry's hands.

Once that was done, and business cards were exchanged, Ronnie quickly grabbed onto Jason's arm, and asked him to go with her. Gwen and Henry had a smile on their faces, as they watched the pair leave the dining area.

"Do you think she would let him fuck her ass?" Henry asked his wife.

“Oh honey, judging by the look in her eyes, it is not a question of if, but when?” Gwen mused, as she took one last sip of her wine, wondering how it would feel to have her ass stuffed.

Ronnie, at a somewhat quick pace, made her way through the resort, trying to figure out where she and Jason could find some privacy. She thought about renting a room, but then she came up with a wicked idea.

“This way,” she said, as she took them outside.

They made their way until they were in a wooded area, just outside the view of the resort. With the sun down, the only light that was filling the woods was from the lights of the resort, and the full moon that was dominating the sky.

"Ronnie, what are we doing here?"

"As I told you, to give you my ass.” Then, she squatted down right in front of him and pulled out his soft cock, and just dove right in. It wasn't a sensual blowjob, but one with the sole intent of getting him hard; which was good, since he was at full mast in two minutes flat. Once he was fully engorged, Ronnie quickly pulled down her pants and panties to her knees. Her skin began to have goosebumps as soon the cold air caressed her firm globes, but Ronnie ignored it. All she cared about was the throbbing cock right in front of her.

With her ass in the air, she reached behind and secured a bottle that she retrieved from her purse, the same bottle that she received from Yui after the spa day. She shuddered from the cold penetration, but she didn't care. With one firm squeeze, the massage oil began to fill her ass. A low moan escaped her cock-filled lips, as the cold oil filled her ass, but she had no time to dwell on it. As soon as she removed the bottle, she shut clenched her ass shut, keeping the flowing oil deep inside her.

"Here, this should make you slide in real easy," Ronnie purred as she began to coat his cock in the flowery-scented oil. “God, I miss this cock," she whispered to herself, as she saw it glisten in the moonlight.

"Now come over here stud, and take what is yours," Ronnie said, with such heat that she could have started a forest fire. Bending over next to the tree, and presenting her perfect tanned ass to him, Jason didn't want to refuse such a gesture. He walked up towards her, dick out, heading towards her tight, glistening starfish. He was about to slowly slide into her, but Ronnie had other plans.

"Just stick it in, you bastard, I can't wait any longer," Ronnie groaned, and in an instant, all eight inches of Jason's hardened cock, forced its way deep into her oiled insides. Ronnie thought there would be tremendous pain, and even though there was some, it wasn't nearly as much as she thought. The mild pain quickly morphed into euphoric pleasure.

"That's right, big guy. Take that ass. Take what is yours," Ronnie moaned out through gritted teeth, as Jason rammed his cock in and out of her, with a fiery passion. She grabbed onto the bark, as her life depended on it. It nearly felt like she was about to rip it right off the trunk, as she gave in to the nerve-racking pleasure his cock was giving her. Then in one feral grunt, Jason unloaded deep inside her, which in turn, caused her orgasm to crest as well. Her whole body seized up, as the warm liquid that was Jason's cum, scalded her delicate insides.

"Hmm, that was wonderful," Ronnie cooed, as Jason slid his still-hardened cock out of her gaping asshole. She knew that he could go for another round or two, but the longer they were outside, the more likely they would get caught. So, she slyly pulled up her pants, trapping his white sperm, and letting it drip into her silky thong, ruining the fabric, but Ronnie did not care. After all, she did have even more sexy underwear back at the cabin. As she turned around, and saw Jason as he tucked away his softening cock, she looked at his kissable lips.

“Well have you gotten your fill?” he asked, in that gravelly voice that made Ronnie’s pussy purr. “It is getting pretty cold out here.”

“Almost,” Ronnie said, as she grabbed his jacket's lapel, and pulled him down to her lips.

‘There is no way I am not going to be one of your girls, and not feel those lips of yours,’ Ronnie cooed in her mind, as she brought Jason down to her lips. And as soon their lips met, electricity surged through her body.

Jason was rigid from the sudden move from Ronnie, but once his mind caught up to what was going on, he leaned right in and matched her fiery passion. So much so that he had her pinned against the very tree they were fucking against.

'Oh god, why does everything he does feel ten times better than when I was with my ex-husband.’ Ronnie moaned, as she felt him slide his tongue deep inside her mouth, and she allowed it to happen. As she allowed Jason to measure every contour of her mouth, she could not help but wonder if he was just as forceful with Lily or Sarah. Then out of nowhere, she wondered how their mouths would feel if she kissed them.

'God, what is happening to me? I'm turning into a real slut,’ Ronnie panted, as he pulled away from her.

“We better go,” he said, to which she only nodded, as she was still trying to catch her breath.

They made their way back into the resort and headed towards the valet station. As they passed by, they ran into Henry and Gwen, who was about to head up to their room. Their faces were noticeably flushed, as they noted Ronnie's unnatural gait, as she walked towards them.

“So you two had a good time?” Gwen asked, as she tried to slow her heart rate.

“I say we did,” Jason smirked, as he noted how hot and bothered they were.

"Yes, we sure did. Anyway, my firm will be in contact with you, as soon as I tell them the news about us representing you. But I hope we can still see each other while we are here."

"Oh don't worry about that, you people are far more interesting than these drones that walk around this place. I'm sure we will meet again. Besides, we have each other's numbers so we are a press away. Anyway, you probably should be going before the rest of your party returns from their shopping trip."

Everyone exchanged handshakes while Ronnie and Gwen saved theirs for last. Ronnie decided to be a little cheeky with Gwen, since she was so open-minded about sex and having frank discussions. So instead of going for the shake, she went in for the hang hug, which Gwen happily obliged. While they were together, Ronnie whispered something to Gwen.

"Right now, I have an ass full of Jason's spunk. And it feels delicious."

Gwen's cheeks were bright red as they separated, but managed to keep her composure. And with that, both couples said their goodbyes.

“Tell her your ass is filled with cum?” Jason asked, as they waited for Ronnie’s car.

“Yes. How did you know?” Ronnie blushed, under Jason’s glare.

“Only one thing could make that woman blush like that, and it has to do with that fine ass of yours.”

Ronnie’s blush darkened a little more. “You think my ass is fine?”

"Yes," was the only thing he said. That one word made Ronnie's libido soar to a new height, and right there and then, she needed him inside her again.

As the car pulled up, Ronnie had a wicked idea. “Here, you drive,” Ronnie said, as she handed him the car keys.

“Are you sure? It is officially your car,” Jason asked.

“I’m sure. My legs are still a little weak after our little… walk in the woods.”

Jason seemed to have bought her little white lie, since he took the keys with no fuss. He tipped the waiter a hefty bill, and started to make their way back toward his cabin. It was a short, ten-minute drive, but Ronnie needed some more time, so she pushed Jason to drive around town. He didn't go for it at first, but in the end, he agreed; as it would probably be the only time he would drive the car. Which was not true, of course; Ronnie would have let Jason drive her car, if he so asked. They made their way down the main street, and when they reached a stretch of highway that was nearly deserted, she unbuckled her belt and began to lean over the center console.

"What are you doing?' Jason asked, as he felt Ronnie's nimble fingers at the zipper of his pants.

"What does it look like? I wanted to try giving out road head. Haven't you had this before?" Ronnie asked, as she pulled out Jason's already-hardened cock. If there was one thing Ronnie was most impressed by Jason, it was his incredible recovery time. He was a 40-year-old man, but had the stamina and sex drive of a 20-year-old.

“No one ever bothered to give me one,” Jason said bitterly, as he remembered a time he asked his old ex-fiancée, if she would give it a try.

"Well this would be a first for both of us," Ronnie cooed, as she took the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth. She could still taste the tangy taste from being in her ass, but it wasn't as pungent as the first time she tried it. Actually, with the hydrotherapy, she received from the spa, and the added mixture from Yui’s family oil blend, the taste on Jason's cock was exquisite. It was a flavor she would probably taste over and over again. She felt him tense, while she slowly sucked him off, but he managed to keep them straight on the road. Ronnie was slow when it came to Jason's cock this time around. She wanted a slow burn, to show that she and her mouth were just as good as Lily, and Sarah, and that she, too, could show that she cared about his troubling man-meat. Then the inevitable happened as Jason pulled over, afraid if he didn't then they would wind up in a ditch somewhere, as he unloaded deep inside her hot mouth.

Jason growled as his thick, hot spunk flooded into Ronnie's mouth, as she milked him for all he was worth. It took some doing, but she managed to swallow every morsel of his thick man juice down her slender throat.

"Hmm, you taste really good," Ronnie cooed, as she made a show of swallowing his cum. Then she looked down, and saw he was still hard as a doornail. "I think you still have one more load left inside of you," Ronnie purred, as she pulled down her pants. "What do you say? Do you want to properly christen my new car?"

Jason made no moves to stop her, only adjusting the seat back, and gesturing for her to hop on. She took Jason's invitation in stride, as she moved over the console and on top of his strong legs. She moaned, as she moved her soaked panties away from her open slit, and sank on top of Jason's cock. Once he was fully embedded, she rode him like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. Long, fast, powerful strokes were taken, as the sound of skin slapping, filled the small confines of the supercar.

“Yes, that's it,” Ronnie yelled, as Jason forcibly yanked off her top and bra, to expose her perky breasts. “Suck those titties, they're yours to play with as much as you want,” Ronnie moaned, as Jason latched onto one of her erect nipples.

For several minutes, their lust and passion filled that tiny little space. Grunting, moaning, and the slapping of skin were the only sounds that could be heard, as Ronnie rode Jason like a bucking bronco. Then the inevitable was near, and Jason's animal groan filled the tiny space.

"Yes, that's it, fill that pussy. Fill it with your cum. FILL IT!!!" Ronnie screamed out, as Jason unloaded into her wet snatch, triggering her epic climax. She whimpered, as she clung to him like a drowning woman, drowning in a sea of ecstasy. She could feel his warm spunk seeping out and down her slender thighs, as Jason's cock began to shrink inside her, dripping onto the expensive leather and the upholstery. She didn't care, but she would have to remember to air out the car, and to get it detailed when she got a chance.

"My, my, Mr. Solace," Ronnie purred, as she sat up, with him still balls deep inside of her. "First, you take my anal cherry, then my first outdoor sex, my first road head, and now my first car sex. You seem to be taking all of my firsts; some, I didn't even know I had," Ronnie purred, as she sank and kissed those lips of his.

“Yeah, well your ex wasn't exactly the adventurous type," Jason gruffed, as he slapped her ass.

“Hmmm. Yes, he sure wasn’t,” Ronnie purred, loving how Jason was taking control of her body.

With some reluctance, Ronnie dislodged herself from Jason's softened cock, and quickly got back in her seat. She shivered, as her sensitive mound came in contact with her cum-soaked panties, but all that did was leave a devilish smile on her face. Jason was about to put away his cock, but Ronnie decided to feel extra slutty at that moment, and batted away his hand.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as she once again batted away his hand for the third time.

“Your cock is soiled, I can’t have you going back to the girls with a soiled cock. Just drive and let me handle the rest.”

Jason didn't want to argue with her. Especially since she was offering another blowjob on the way back. So with pants back on and cock still out, Jason started the car once again, and made their way back to his cabin. All the while, this beauty was leaning over once again, and slowly cleaning his cock with her sensual mouth.

They made it back to the cabin with minimal incident. With one last check in the mirror, and their privates tucked neatly away, Jason and Ronnie walked inside and were bombarded by the spirit of Christmas. Christmas lights, tassels, candy canes, and so much more filled the room, as Lila, Lily, Jenn, and Sarah were working to cover the rather large tree that was decorating the room.

"My, it looks like you bought out the whole store," Ronnie said, as she noted the number of ornaments that covered the tree.

“Well, I wanted to get a few lights, and a box of ornaments, but I was later outvoted by my traitor's sister, and daughter,” Lila smirked, as silver tassels dotted her scarlet hair.

"What can I say, we love to go all out for Christmas," Lily said, as she looked at the newcomers, sporting her own Santa hat. Then the pitter-patter of paws and jingle of bells started to fill the room, as Shea ran into the room followed by an exasperated Jenn.

“Wait, come back. You still need your reindeer antlers,” Jenn shouted out, as she chased Shea around the room.

The girls thought it would have been cute to dress up Shea as a reindeer, sporting a brown sweater, with jingle bells wrapped around her collar, while Jenn had in her hand, a set of plush reindeer antlers.

"Well, it seems like you all have things well in hand. I'm going to take a shower, and go easy on the dog," Jason warned with a smile, while inside, his skin was crawling at the merry that was filling the room.

“Okay. You heard the man, Jenn, stop dressing up Shea,” Lila said, as she was looking for a step stool to place the star on the tree.

"No need, I finally got the antlers on her," Jenn smiled, as a beguiled Shea jingled in, antlers and all.

Jason gave out a fake smile, as he made his way to the bathroom that was downstairs. His suitcase was right next to it, in a little nook area, so it was close and at the same time out of the way. He quickly pulled off his old sweater that was covered in Ronnie’s perfume and pulled out a clean pair of night clothes. He made his way inside, closed and locked the door, and let out a huge sigh.

"Fucking Chrismas," Jason breathed out, in a harsh whisper.

Ever since that night at the company Christmas party, the whole notion of the holiday has soured for him. Even while in prison, on the rare occasion the warden did allow inmates to celebrate it, if they were on good behavior, Jason would find a way to get himself into solitary confinement, just to escape the holiday. It was just a cruel reminder of how much he lost on that fateful day. So much so, he wished he could firebomb the whole holiday, and wished it never existed. But in the end, there was nothing he could do. Even though he hated the holiday with a fiery passion, he could not see himself depriving the women in the house of their holiday fun. So, he decided to bite his tongue, and put on a brave smile, a smile he had worked on to perfection, to throw off other inmates, guards, and other officials.

So for now, he turned on the shower to full high heat, and let the rainwater head wash the world away. He stood under there basking in the warm water, as the high pressure massaged his scalp. One of the biggest perks he enjoyed after coming out of prison, was the showers. To have the ability to choose how hot or how cold the water was, the high pressure coming out of the water spouts, instead of the dribble that came from the old prison pipes, and more importantly the privacy, and safety, of being in a locked room.

Jason had seen more dongs than he would care to admit and survived more attacks than he would have liked. Always looking over his shoulder, always being aware, seeing if they were after him, or some poor sap that pissed off the wrong guy, especially the gang rapes. He was lucky enough to have survived those attempts, but sometimes one managed to get through, and left him with a new scar. But Jason always paid back in kind, to those who attacked him; either knocking them out on the cold hard cement floor or much worse.

Jason took one hard look at his mangled torso, when he got out of the shower. Seeing the scars and burn marks that were apparent on his body. With each one, he remembered how and when he received it, At what place, and who gave it, and how close he came close to meeting the reaper. Too many times in Jason's opinion, but if there was one of the many lessons that Jason has learned. It is that life is full of uncertainty. One day you are walking on sunshine, the next you are walking through the pits of hell, fighting for your right to live.

He decided to not dwell on that for now, as he began to wipe away the water from his body, and put on one of his plain, generic, old navy shirts, and went back to the bustling sound of full holiday cheer; all the while, choking down the bile that was whaling up in his throat.

The rest of the night went by as smoothly as Jason would have hoped. The girls managed to do all the decorations, by asking him for help. Once they were done, it was well past eleven at night, so everyone decided to call it a day. Everyone said goodnight, including Jenn, who planted a kiss on Jason's cheek, thanking him for the day, before heading up to her room with Shea in tow. Following her lead, Lily, Sarah, and Ronnie all planted a peck on Jason's cheek, before heading upstairs.

Ronnie whispered to him, "Thanks for the ass fucking," in a husky tone, just loud enough for him to hear up close.

That brought a little smile to his lips, as Ronnie sauntered upstairs and into her room. Lila stepped up to him and said, "Well I am off now, have a pleasant night's sleep, sir," with a little bow, and for a brief moment, considered planting a kiss on his cheek like all the others. In the end, though, she just said goodnight and headed upstairs to be with her daughter.

With everyone up and tucked away in their rooms, Jason made his way around the cabin, putting away opened boxes of Christmas lights and decorations, sweeping up the silver tassels, and overall straightening up the room, keeping the clutter to a minimum. Once everything was in place, he pulled out his pillow and a warm blanket to position himself on the couch, praying that those horrid nightmares that plagued him, would not be visiting him that night. His night's sleep was going well, until he felt a slight warm pressure wrapping around his cock.