"Try it." I said. "But I think it'll look better without the bra." She took the bra off and replaced it with the tiny tube top. Suddenly I saw the fin...al part of the outfit nestling in the corner of the suitcase: A pair of really tall and glittery stilettos. Michelle followed my gaze and then with a sigh picked the shoes up and strapped them on. She stood a little uncertainly, as if not as used to the shoes as she pretended. Now she was taller than me. "That looks great Chelle. It just needs. Take off all of your clothes, except for your underwear, and neatly fold them and put them in the corner. Then come and stand directly in front of me, with your hands on your head.” I felt embarrassed taking my clothes off in front of a woman I had just met. As I stood there in front of her, I was surprised again when I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my undershorts. “Stand still. A spanking is most effective given on the bare skin.” Once my undershorts were at my ankles she said,. Instead of rushing in and demanding to know what the bloody hell was going on, I opened the sheet that I was using as a toga, slipped a hand into my own panties, running through the mass of course pubic hair as my fingers made their way towards my aching pussy, slipping a finger between my lips I began frigging my own oozing wet slit, as I watched Paul performing oral sex on his sister, greedily lapping at her with gusto, making her whimper, sobbing with pleasure and desire, the look on her. I lent back on the bed with the towel still strategically draped over my crotch area. Ms Haynes proceeded to apply the cooling lotion from my ankles up, working it into the rash with soft hands. The feeling was soothing and I immediatly started to feel the rash subside. As she worked her way up, I became aware of another sensation. The pain of the rash was being replaced with an excitement radiating up from her hands to my covered crotch. I could feel my dick starting to stir. Ms Haynes was.