Jill turned and tried to step away, but Staci quickly gathered her in an embrace from behind and nuzzled her between the shoulder blades."Stace, I get... it, you like it. Now cut it out," hissed Jill as she pulled away and began to change back into her own clothes.Staci shrugged and slipped around the curtain back into the store. Jill quickly dressed and taking her new lingerie out of the dressing room she headed for the register to pay for her purchases. Moments later she joined her roommate. And …’ ‘Yes?’ Her expression went wicked. ‘Tell her you’re going to call her ‘Brandy.” * * * ‘Holy shit. We’re really going to do this.’ The whole car ride back to the house – back to the boudoir – was full of Kaylee repeating that thought or something similar. ‘I can’t believe she didn’t go ape-shit. Fuck. Oh crap. Fuck. I’m about to have sex with you for money.’ No, you’re about to have sex with me because I love your mom and she needs me to do this. Assuming I can get it up. But that. I could not resist a quick look inside, there were two guys standing just inside enjoying a drink and they both smiled at me when I entered. I smiled back but was more interested in the layout of the room. The room was dimly lit with the walls painted a deep pink, opposite the door was a partition with 4 holes in the front, to the left a full length pink curtain. I walked towards the curtain and had a pip behind. There were 4 stools positioned in front of each hole. I felt so excited as I. After a while a sex act is the same thing. The guy kissed, caressed, and otherwise got you worked up (there were no problems in getting him excited!). Then he put it in you, and things progressed from there. Oh, the feelings and details differed, but that was it in a nutshell. She said the ship arrived 'in the same harbor' each time, and she was right. So I'm not going to give blow-by-blow descriptions of what we did in Chelsea's cabin. We undressed, we jumped each others' bones, we all busted.