Brandies were sipped, creamy tits were cupped and kneaded, skirts were lifted and hard rods pressed against exposed asses.A hush fell. One after the o...ther the huge chandeliers lost their blazing light. Dusk crept from all corners. At last only the pinpointed lights of the fir trees were left.All guests and their attendants stopped their activities. They looked at each other. Then they looked at the huge doors. A sudden spotlight bathed the shining wood in silver splendour. Heavy pulsing music. After the bath I put on the bath robe and went into the bed. Not enough strength to do anything else except lye down and dream. That was not so easy to do though, since I couldnt really sleep. I was awake for long time and was thinking about Dannys beautiful eyes, his hands, and the way he was holding me&hellip, Around the midnight I ordered some tea, since I was too excited before and I skipped the dinner. The tea calmed me down a bit and somewhere in the middle of the night I finally fell. He always liked seeing me in sexy underwear and until then I had never taken any of his particularly favourite things with me, keeping them ‘for us’. This time I had, leaving them on top of my other things, so he couldn’t help but notice them and wondering if he would actually say anything. He didn’t! Of course, having geared myself up, nothing happened on that trip. There was a man sitting next to me on the plane who spent most of the trip ogling and leering at me but even if he’d had the. It seemed to be the sort of sexy French maid outfit that you’d get from a sex shop (like the one she’d visited yesterday) – a ridiculously short, low-cut, flared black satin dress with a white apron and a pair of black, fishnet hold-up stockings. There were no knickers, but she was already wearing them, she figured. ‘Where’d you get that, Nadia?’ she murmured. ‘Never you mind,’ was the curt reply. In fact, as an escort Nadia had built a collection of all the most obvious uniforms that her.