Day 3 - Extreme shower

9 a.m. The bright sunlight lit up our room, and we slowly started to get up. Alex was already running around the room calling for Steve, but he wasn't answering. His bed was empty. He left behind a photo of us together from the Polaroid that read, "I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!!! I am joking. Sorry!!! Steve". My chin dropped. I would have expected that from Greta but not Steve. Irma put on her glasses and assured our team that she would get a quality replacement for him, a documentary filmmaker friend. A gruff receptionist knocked on the door, asking if we'd bathed yet. We didn't know where the showers were, so she offered to take us there. Bleach hasn't been used here since the building was built! A plus-size lady is sitting on the toilet with no door, and the whole place looks like a wild Turkish spa with nonstop traffic. A woman in a rubber apron was rinsing women and men through the showers like a treadmill. We eagerly stripped down, put our things in a locker, and braced ourselves for the freezing water. Greta was gnashing her teeth. Maria offered Irma an anal enema attachment for the shower, and Irma agreed to try it; she let out a loud gasp and then laughed, and I had to laugh too. Her face was priceless! Greta's ass was clean after yesterday's exam, but Irma's needed more attention. Another busty girl kept teasing our asses while she watched us masturbate and complimented us on how beautiful we were, and honestly, that's in a different league.