“Now”, Roger goes on, “I want you to remove your clothes very slowly for me, beginning with your top.”Jeannie gives a very sexy smile to her t...acher, as she removes her short red jacket. She then begins slowly to pull up at the bottom of her pink halter-top. As her hands rise to pull her top over her head, Jeannie’s beautiful tits pop out and lightly bounce. “Like this Sensei?” she asks.Roger eagerly responds, “Yes, Jeannie, just like that.”Jeannie puts her thumbs into the waistband of her. Shortly afterwards, she pulled my hand out, smoothed her skirt down and got up from the seat. “That was great,” she giggled. “Did you enjoy it too?” I wasn’t sure how to answer her. Obviously it was a dream come true in some ways but I was left feeling empty somehow. Like her entire attitude was more formal now that she had gotten what she quite obviously had wanted. Don’t get me wrong…she was still friendly, just less flirty I guess is the word. “Well yeah Rachel, that was er,. The meal was fantastic,and the wine was flowing,the two of them chatted away,i seemed to be left alone,only brought in on conversation when needed.The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was gettin heated and steamy,my wife left the room only to return with this posy pouch she had bought me,and insisted i put it. “The sound travels upward so you may scream and shout to your hearts content,” I explained.I took a leather strap from the wall beside the wheel and deftly threaded it through brackets thoughtfully provided and across her chest below her mounds to keep her gown and underskirt out of the way when I turned her again.“John!” she said anxiuosly as I carefully revolved the wheel back to bring her upright.It needed some strength. I looked at the counterweight, there were in fact two and after.