Dann folgte auch der Rest meiner Kleidung. Leise schlich ich mich aus dem Zimmer.Noch immer jedes überflüssige Geräusch vermeidend machte ich mich ...auf Zehenspitzen gehend auf den Weg ins Bad. Dort versuchte ich soweit es ging meine Kleidung und vor allem meine Haare in einen halbwegs akzeptablen Zustand zu bringen. Fast meinte ich meinem Gesicht buchstäblich ablesen zu können, wie ich es mit Hendrik getrieben hatte.Als ich meinte es ginge so halbwegs schlich ich zur Wohnungstür. So schnell wie. “You know they’re all in the pool already? Which bikini are you going to wear? The gold one?”Dave had tried his best to sound calm and nonchalant, but he’s never been that good an actor and from the nervous, slightly strangled tone of his voice I knew he was getting more than a little turned on by the thought of me parading around in a bikini with Byron and his two housemates.At one level it was harmless enough. Although I knew Byron had always had a thing for me, he was spoken for and from. I didn't stop him from undoing my shorts even though I knew I should, wanting him to touch the hot wet place between my legs without even knowing for sure what would happen when he did. He slid his hand down the front of my pants and over the smooth bikini bottoms, his big hand barely fitting between, he started rubbing up and down and I embarrassed myself by moaning into his mouth. He lifted his hand out and slid it down the back of my pants, his hand felt so hot against my cool skin. . Did I ever tell you that you look cute when you are sad and scared??" Ivy asked him."No Mistress!!" Charles responded in a tone suggesting discomfort and fear.Charles shook his head.Ivy smiled at him and then worked on the chains connecting the tray and his nipple rings. She then told him to stay out while she walked away with the tray. She came back to him by the tv and sofa 10 minutes later.Ivy was more or less drunk but her mind wasn't completely wasted. She could still think straight, but.