Paul was pretty sure the real reason was curiosity, and no one else came in the rest of the day. They apparently found the very ordinary reception are...a of little prurient interest.Mid-afternoon, Ryan came out the door pushing a food service cart. It had a large urn of fresh coffee and a full tray of cheese slices, apple slices, and orange wedges. Gretchen would have sent cookies, but she just did not have the makings. Sugar was a sparsely used commodity in her kitchen.Paul, Norma, and Gretchen. That was entirely my stupidity. If anything, it helped us. He's the reason we're here right now. If it happens again, I won't be unhappy." So long as you don't wait 18 years to let me know," Evan stated."Not this time," Camille assured him. She pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub. It was far wider than Evan's old apartment but she still assumed the position, her hands against the wall, her back arched and her butt sticking out. "That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you. “Sit on the bed. Do not touch yourself. You must ask either Stacy or myself if you can. No matter how much you want to, if we say no, you can't. Otherwise we stop, and you wouldn't want that now would you?” I felt incredibly confident bossing my normally stubborn boyfriend around.Stacy came over to me started kissing me, “do you want to see us touch each other, kiss eachother, fuck eachother?”He just nodded his head. We continued to kiss passionately and she started caressing my body, focusing. I wanted to see it so bad; no more than that, I wanted to be on my knees, brushing my lips and nose against the softness of it. I wanted to smell the delicious mixture of soap and the faintness of her arousal in that pubic hair. God almighty, how long had I been staring?"Hey, nice undies," I tried to save myself, "Victoria's Secret?" I asked."Yep," she answered with a smile. If she caught me fantasizing, she was pretending she hadn't. Fumbling with embarrassment, I grabbed the towels and told.