It's the first door on the left of the closet. There is an robe on the back of the door. If you want, bring down your clothes and I'll put them in the...washer for you. I'll call a wrecker to get you out of that ditch too. And don't worry, you're safe here.. nothing to be concerned about." Thank you, I don't want to be any trouble." No trouble at all, after all I do owe you some nice treatment, considering this afternoon's attack." At this she smiles, and I see why she is called Sunshine, the. “Well Cindy, you can see what I’m doing to your friend, watch carefully, and do exactly the same to yourself, you understand?” He said in the clipped tone of an upper class army officer.Cindy knew. She stood, twisted slightly, and unzipped the side zip of her little red dress, it dropped. Like me she didn’t wear a bra, just red panties, little ones, unlike my black lace French knickers which reached almost to my waist. She sat back down, her legs spread, a hand inside her knickers, two fingers. 

He licked, sucked and probed my pussy as I lay there finishing my cigarette. I bent my legs and said:"your cum is still running down my ass, I need to you get it all, don't miss my ass." 

I had passed the point of feeling squeamish about the feeling of his tongue on my ass and I knew that he needed me to take. He needed to know that I wanted it as much as he did. I rolled my hips back a bit to give him easy access to my little rosebud back there and he began to tentatively probe my ass. "He did as he was told and then reached for the thick cotton stockings."No," she said. "They go on after the petticoat."He slid the crisp cotton over his body and let it hang over his erection."I can see that you're enjoying this, my little sailor boy," she said. "Now you can put on the stockings for me and finally the dress.When he had finished she sighed as she came. A delicious subtle orgasm that came from the depths of her control rather than from the hands that slid through her soaking.