Chapter 422 Cyn's Crazy Resort:>>Ep20

• Cynthia took Jim's hand and they strolled over to the row of tents, nicely shaded by a series of tall palms that swayed softly in the warm ocean breeze. As they walked past Tent #1, which had the flaps closed, they heard low spa-type new age music playing from within. The tranquil sound was broken as Cynthia heard a low deep moan emanate from behind the tent's walls, followed by the words "Oh fuck, yes, that's it...nice and deep." She thought that sounded like a pretty good massage that woman was getting.
• They spotted a small sign with the number '3' affixed next to the middle tent and stepped inside. Inside the tent was a standard massage table with a counter with a built-in sink a short distance to the side. In the back corner of the tent was a small shower with a curtain that could be pulled around to give the user some privacy. In the opposite corner was a chair, facing towards the massage table at a forty-five-degree angle, just like the cuckold chair next to the bed in their room. It didn't take Cynthia long to figure out what that was for, or for Jim either. Jim took his spot on the chair while Cynthia perched on the edge of the massage table. Their attention was drawn by a sound from Tent #5 slightly down from them, the only other one that had the drapes closed, with the subtle tones of soft music coming from within as well.
• "YES...YES...OH FUCK...YESSSSSSSSS!" This came out accompanied by a high-pitched squeal, which made both Cynthia and Jim smile.