I turned my headand lightly kissed his other thigh, feeling his hard member bumpingagainst my ear. He chuckled at my shy effort and stroked my should...er.I sighed."Stan," my wife called from the spare bedroom across the hall, which washer workspace. "I have to go on-line to make some changes in the order.I'm so sorry." Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm fine. Honest."The mood was suddenly conspiratorial. It was Stan and myself -- mysissy self -- against Tyra. All at once I felt empowered.. Well, I guess my playroom was not going to be a secret any longer. Not that it was hard to spot, anyone who had been inside, then walked around the house and paid attention would figure where there was some extra space. The real question was the hidden door.The playroom was off the foyer, the entrance to the dining room was on one side, and the other side appeared to be covered with bookcases. Two of the bookcases were really secret oversized doors, 12 feet high and extra wide. When they opened. Her womanhood was never unsealed enough to allow her pleasure, or her nipples were teased until she strained at the edge of an orgasm which never came.Amanda turned over on her back and suppressed a groan. Her pussy was swollen from snippets of erotic thoughts that flitted through her head when her mind was not focused on something else. She had been fed so much of the arousal-inducing drug that she feared it had left her in a state of permanent low-level sexual heat.She lay a finger against. “Go and braid my hair,” I said. After some primping I put on the loose light pink shear blouse, a cotton micro skirt, Keds and no panties. It was a good thing that I have had a Brazilian. I looked at myself in the mirror, “A Nordic maiden”. Some makeup touch up, transformed me into “A HOT and Gorgeous Nordic Maiden”. No one could mistake my horny state of sexuality.The outside door opened quickly and Jim the “Great White Hunter” walked straight into the bedroom where the maid and I were still.