As her gaze shifted upward, her eyes caught mine, and I noticed that the steely, fierce intensity of rage had gone. Her eyes now seemed somewhat softe..., smokier perhaps, but clearly the rage was not long gone.“Is thinking about my panties doing that to you?” she asked again gesturing toward my cock.“Yes, I guess so.” I said as I absentmindedly began to reach for my dick.“Don’t you EVEN think about touching yourself!” she commanded.Quickly I retracted my hand and returned it to my side.“So what. She flipped the latch and opened up the stone container to find a white sundress inside. Seeing no other option, she slid it over her form and a pulled it through her small belt holding up the slate pouch. Another closed door was ahead as well as another pedestal, "Hold the slate up to the pedestal, it will show you the way," said the voice as she aproached. She did as it asked and the pedestal beeped before opening the door ahead.Zelda slid the slate back into the pouch and felt the draft. She pressed her clitoris with her middle digit. I began to reach for my cock, needing the sweet release. ”No, Terry,” she breathed, ”Just watch.”I swallowed hard. Her finger drumming her clit as she rolled and pinched her nipples with her other hand. I saw her push her fingers between the lips of her smooth pussy. My cock bobbed, so near to orgasm. I was trembling. Her eyes opened looking into mine. Without a sound, she mouthed, ”Cum.”I'm no child. I've been around. My forty-two years had not. I didn’t even realise I’d finished my drink until my glass was empty. I sighed and I stood to pour myself another. I had my back to the door when the softest voice imaginable said, “Paul?”I turned and gasped, nearly dropping the bottle. Clarissa leaned against the door frame, her arm raised above her head and one leg bent at the knee. She wore a mid-thigh length, Valentine Red, kimono-style robe, tied with a sash around her waist. Her legs were bare, but she wore the same red heels that she had.