....Før jeg vidste af det, var jeg i Spanien, alt var så anderledes, alle så venlige. Da jeg kom til hotellet, blev jeg mødt af en meget varm tred...ive noget dame, der syntes meget rart. Jeg selv om jeg skulle gøre et træk. Hun sagde forsigtigt nej, ved at fortælle mig, at der ville være hundredvis af kvinder, der vil kæmpe over mig. Jeg tænkte, det var for godt til at være sandt, og det var det. Den aften var jeg så skuffet, da intet skete.Som tiden gik, opbygger jeg modet til at gå til en. After doing so, I sat in a chair. She smiled; holding her finger up that she wouldn’t be long. A few seconds later, she stood, walking towards me. Still on the phone, she sat in my lap, her legs between mine. Immediately, my anxiousness about what was to come was gone. In place of it, a rush of adrenalin passed through my body, also causing my dick to harden. I rubbed her back with my right hand, and then she took my left and placed it on her thigh. Running my hand further to the inside of her. Elizabetta entered the room escorted by Gerta. Janet knewof their entrance only by the sound of the stilettos clicking on the tilefloor. Janet could not even move her head to see who it was. Unless inher very limited field of vision, Janet could only guess who was in theroom with her.Elizabetta and Gerta alone would carry out the final act. Only when thevictim had been killed would Elizabetta need the assistance of others inher extremely loyal staff.Such would be the case with Janet. Once. She hesitantly raised her skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband.Jeanette Hathcock’s legs were sleek, long and encased in high-sheen, taupe nylons, which, as the hem of her skirt crept up her thighs, turned out to be control-top pantyhose. The dark reinforced bands of the control-top began halfway up her thighs and the gusset of her hosiery disappeared under a pair of lace trimmed nylon boy-leg panties. Jeanette wore her.