She could feel the heat emanating from his big palms through the thin silky skirt and her pussy was now fully soaked in her juices. She could smell th...e smell of arousal coming from her pussy above her deo.He turned to the shelf to pick up the measuring tape asking, “So what is this dress for?”“My husband’s new hotel’s opening night. Last Friday of this month.”“Nice.”He came behind her, with the tape and she could feel his hands moving on her fully bare back side. His hands seem more confident. With a frown I shrugged and pulled the Dream Stuff around me and let the reality of the scene shift to what I wanted. When I was done the bed was made and un-mussed, with clean and crisp sheets fresh as a Sunday afternoon. I shrugged again and headed down the stairs, loosening the barriers between me and the rest of reality until everyone downstairs could sense me coming. I sent.I was down the stairs and in his arms then and the mental contact shifted into something a little more deep and. Iris stood awkwardly in the limited space, not really able to avoid touching her recently befriended longtime work crush in some way or other. Unnecessarily bulbous wine glasses in hand, both of them twisted their faces at the camera on the wall into shapes and forms that they found amusing. Amusing after four or five glasses of the pinot, that is. The next thing she knew, they had flung their drinkless arms over the other's shoulder. They were both showing drunken affection, and needed a bit. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of her head, where she made a bun with her hairs. Mumtaz looked like batman now.“What’s with you and blindfolds, where is my gift?” she giggled.“Wait, ma’am,” He whispered by kissing over her ears. His strong, rugged hands moved from the back of her head to her breasts. He squeezed them a couple of times over the jacket.