Sorry.” “No need to be sorry. But...” Michelle interrupted me. “So what did she do?” I was not ready to answer this. My silence only seemed ...to make it all seem so much worse. “She seduced you!” It was a statement, not a question. “Or did you seduce her? She is a stunning woman, like I said.” “A bit of both, I suppose,” I offered feeling guilty. “I felt I had no choice. I want to go on the tour with you, not just because of your excitement, although that is a large part of it. I really want to. . who you know nothing about. Let me explain.”Robert led Tiffany to the couch and for the next half hour he poured out his guts about Amber. Tiffany cried a couple of times as he related his tragic tale. By the end, she sat up next to him holding his hands in hers. She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder.“Robert, I can’t be Amber, I can only be Tiffany. I think we could be great together; but, it just has to be only the two of us. Do you understand?”Robert told her he would like. "Do not worry my little slave. You will not be on your own for long, and I will be looking out for you as soon as I get there. I have every confidence in you, even if you are somewhat unsure yourself. I love you, and will let no harm come to you." I finished my little speech by wrapping her in my arms and kissing her long and hard. "I think the most difficult job will be to avoid flashing people on the bus, but if you want to do that, you have my permission."She frowned at me and said, "Fat. You could tell from how sheer it all was that she shaves her pussy because there was no hint of her sandy brown hair color down there. As sheer as everything was, if she had any hair down there I would have seen it, even without the IR filter. His aunt Donna (first names only for both the women) obviously had on a sheer red high strap lace bikini bottom. Her hair was darker than Michelles and you could see that she had just a thin strip of pubes just above her slit, right through her sundress.