"So just take this basket and leave it in a closet in Suite 1222. Leave the door open slightly. Then all we have to do is to wait until Ms Leon comes ...ack and we'll make our move."Maxine took the basket, got the maid's pass key from the pocket of her dress and headed towards Victoria's suite. Gregg set to making sure that the maid wouldn't raise the alarm even if she did come out of her ruby induced trance. Luckily the service room had plenty of materials for him to use. The power cord from one. It was a matching set of panties, a bra and a nightgown, all transparent and trimmed with tiny little flowers. I could smell Shelly’s aroma as I picked out the panties and lightly ran my fingers through them. My curiosity about her being ready for sex was confirmed when I noticed a small wet spot in the crotch. I rested on my haunches as I fondled Shelly’s panties, the head of my now fully hard dick sticking out of the leg of my shorts, and glanced around looking for my naked neighbor. I gave. I continued to stroke up and down, brushing my thumb across his frenulum. A drop of precum emerged from the end, and I fought the urge to lean over and lick it off. He was fully erect now. I had never seen a penis this large. By now, my tunic was soaked with bathwater, and it clung, translucent, to my breasts, the nipples clearly outlined. He brushed the back of his hand against my left nipple, sending a bolt of lightning to my cunt. "Take that off," he ordered. I stood up and undid the plain. "You have a proposal."Elder Isaiah still hesitated. Finally, "You have heard of Rumspringa, yes?" I nodded. "Young men must go out and find work. Cousin Josiah is reluctant to acknowledge it, but the world is much changed since the Amish move to Pennsylvania. Wearing a handmade suit is no longer plain. Today, plain is blue jeans and blue shirt. But, that is our argument. As one who knows the Amish ways from birth, my advice is sought concerning Rumspringa. I would like your permission to guide.