~ ~ ~Vicky stepped out of the taxi and felt the cool silk brush around her naked body. She had dozed and woken to find a richly patterned, silk kaftan... folded under a pair of golden slippers with a slight heel, on the chair. Maurice's note asked her to wear them. They had come to an Indian restaurant in the old town. Once inside it was like they had been transported to the sub-continent. All the decoration was from India, erotic drawings of men and women, most naked and very intertwined,. She stood in only her bra and sweat pants while Sammy (his sisters nickname) looked one, stroking her own breasts and crotch when she though no one was looking. Sandy still didn't understand her angle, but was willing to go along with it.He pressed a button on the remote in his hand, giving the Device another run through its automatic sequence. He felt a small tingle on the back of his neck, indicating that the Device was performing its work. Each of the lovely girls shivered lightly. He could. When Jess and I got up to get the next course, and refill the wine glasses, our excitement was readily apparent - I was sporting a huge tent in my slacks, while Jess was dripping profusely and had trouble walking steadily. To say we were both ready to play would have been an understatement. We all laughed.When dinner was complete, Jess and I cleared and cleaned up as fast as we could, while talking and entertaining our obviously horny guests. When that was finished, we closed the blinds and. I looked up into the mirror and yelled at myself. ‘Because you acted like a fucking Neanderthal ‘guy’ with cold feet and fucked someone else!’ As soon as I said it, I looked around. I didn’t see anyone and hoped that nobody heard that. I didn’t realize I was yelling at myself until the end. I finally got myself together and drove back to Champaign. When I got to my house, all my close friends were there, waiting to hear from me. When I walked in they all looked at me questioningly and when I.