All done, I got out and dried myself. A little lotion here and there and then put on that nice black shiny, satiny and lacy bra and boyshorts I got l...ast week. Nice lace camisole over the top, looks good - a present to myself from Simone Perele some time ago. Next get some nice shiny stockings, roll them on carefully don’t want to rip them, lovely feeling that is on freshly shaved legs and hook up the suspenders. Put on some trousers and a top, slipped on some shoes, and my jacket. All. It doesn’t bother me. Look and see if you can tell what your wife is doing.”Ron leaned out for a look just as Alicia swallowed his dick again. This time he could feel the muscles in her throat working his head. He almost lost his balance as he looked around the indoor palm that stood between him and the hot tub. Seeing what he needed to see, he stood up and leaned against the wall again. This time he grabbed a hand-full of Alicia’s straight, fine hair. He began to slowly rock his hips. She and he were not fazed that I was sitting there in the midst of this display.After a short interlude he left us again and we sat in embarrised silence, until she asked me, matter of factly, 'Would I fuck him?'My response and look of increduality, resulted in her disposition positively wilting. Remembering my brazen youthful attitude regarding sex and all the encouragement I gave her, she concluded that I might enjoy entertaining her husband and provide him with release of his sexual. He knew I had a bad habit of not listening well enough. But it wasn’t completely my fault. He’s so beautiful that it’s hard to focus on anything else sometimes. He tightened his grip on my throat slightly to make sure I was paying full attention this time. “You do nothing unless I order you to. You do not cum unless I order you to. You may ask for whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you. You’ll have to be a good girl for that.” Beneath his had, I squeaked. He knew just what.