I haven’t seen her pussy from the front yet, so on my silent prompting Ilona lifts the hem of her short skirt. Her pussy is completely clean shaven,...with clear tan lines. Her slim build results in a distinct thigh gap, the shape of her outer pussy lips clearly visible in the triangular space. I start to reach over to feel her pussy with my hand, but then I have a better idea. On my orders Harper gets up and pads off back to the dressing room to clean herself up. Ilona hops onto the bed and. She weaved around them and crossed an empty courtyard. After climbing several flights of stairs, she arrived at the door of the high priestess’ private chambers. Fiona rapped on the door gently.A few seconds later, a naked manservant answered. His lean muscles glistened with sweat and his penis was half-erect. He smiled at her.“I’m here to speak with the high priestess,” said Fiona.“This way, please.”She followed the young man into a room covered with ornate rugs, wide cushions, and low tables.. Please understand me, Madam”She got a worried look on her face ad then replied “And I am not understanding a bit you are telling.” “Madam, see I would tell you in details but please do not get angry before I finish. First listen to me completely.” Then I told her the complete story, how her top was open, how the guys were staring how I felt bad etc etc. On completion she said “Well that’s nice of you. Thank you very much for that. By the way I am Kiran Viswanathan.” We introduced our selves. I. Apparently Gramps had been ‘going to get round to it’ since they arrived. Dave the super-handy-man. I wondered if I should put on a cape and put my underpants on outside my trousers; but thought that might be over the top.“Gramps nearly walked in on me a few days ago, the lock only just held. Can you imagine?” said Fiona. Well, yes, yes I could imagine, I said. She looked at me and realised what she had invited me to imagine, and blushed a little. I smiled and changed the subject. I was still.