I shit you not, that dumb beautiful sister of mine had placed one towel below her face as a pillow, and the other BELOW HER WAIST, BELOW, there was no... more bikini, she was 100% naked, right in front of me, I was engorging that ass with my eyes like there was no tomorrow, but a movement of Chloe repositioning her butt brought me back to reality, I needed to get hands on before it got weird. Oh god, hands on…And so I continued doing my magic with her ass, now absolutely unobstructed, I had one. He nodded his head, unable to speak as he tried to scramble his thoughts together. He wondered why she teased him so relentlessly as she helped him out of the tub and drying him off with a soft blue towel. When she was done she directed him to the commode and averted her eyes as he relieved himself. “Thanks,” he said gratefully as she led him away from the toilet and out of the bathroom back into his makeshift prison where she helped him back onto the bed and handcuffed one wrist to the. This was in the opposite corner of the house from Grandpa's room, on the other side of the Banquet Hall. I could've spent weeks in this room. There was a bookshelf that ran from floor to ceiling the entire length of the long inside wall. A great many comfortable chairs had been placed there, and Violet ushered in several ladies pushing carts with coffee and and several champagne buckets. She escorted the ladies back out of the library and closed and locked the door behind them as they went. On one occasion on a dull weekday afternoon with a very spares crowd in attendance, we had found an isolated dark corner from where to watch the entertainment. After a while in the dark corner my fiend insisted, that he be allowed out to watch the show. Since the place was fairly dark and the crowd spares, I thought "what the hell, why not". However, it did not stop there. After a while he now insisted that we should play and he insisted he should also receive a "stroking". He kept insisting.