Ask someone to wash you

When I arrived at the men's dressing room I heard a lot of talking. "Oh oh so there are people present." I said softly to myself. There was an envelope on the door.

Ask someone to wash your breasts, buttocks and legs. Then you get a second piece of clothing, a dillemma and a new location.

I knocked on the door, which was opened by a surprised boy. "WTF, a naked woman at the door. Come in you were expected."

Shy, I stepped inside to be greeted by fifteen guys from some sports team.

"If I was expected," I said, "then you also know what I'm coming for." The boys uniformly nodded. "Well then you can choose who will wash me."

One of the boys, presumably the captain of the team, stepped forward and indicated that he would wash me. And so it happened. He took his time extensively and was very sweet in his actions. Actually, there was nothing erotic about it, which I had secretly hoped.