My desire for you, my Damsel, is great. I hope you desire me as much." Tears sprang to her eyes and she kissed me. The kiss deepened and I found my wa...y into her robes to caress her tender, full breasts. She repeatedly stiffened and relaxed as small orgasms tickled her one after another. We rolled together. I panicked for a moment thinking that we would crash into the table, but it had already vanished. Not only that, but my dear caretaker had gone as well. I pulled the gown from Ariel's body. It was gone, every last stitch, replaced by a vast array of panties. He hesitantly opened the second drawer, home to his T-shirts, and found them replaced by a collection of bras and slips. He stepped back and rubbed his eyes, thinking that this had to be a dream. No, he finally decided, this was reality. But how? And why? HE quickly strode to his closet and flung open the doors to discover it crammed all kinds of dresses. All he could do was cry out in shock. He realized what had to be going. Gulps of breaths coming in synch; my exhale becomes the air you inhale. Intoxicating. My hands in your hair, your hand on my face, our knees touching, thighs opening on their own needing what is coming.”Soft little moans escaped my mouth, and I hoped they were too light to be heard. My fingers rubbed and flicked over my clit. I was losing this battle, and another wave of guilt washed over me. My voice sounded in pain when I groaned, “I almost give in before turning away, ‘I can't. I have rules. "How do you think you could accomplish that?” I asked skeptically.Jim thought for a moment.“Well, how about this? Tomorrow, I could pretend to leave for golf. You could signal me somehow when you and Stephen go out to the pool or the spa, and I could sneak back into the house and watch from our bedroom window. Later, you could bring him into our room and I could watch quietly from the closet through the louvered doors.”“Jim, we’ll get caught…I don’t know how, but we’ll get caught. It’s too.