I could see into the kitchen and on to the hall and the front door n the distance. I called “John”.John came down the stairs in the distance, he h...d a towel wrapped around his waist, he said “I’ve just got out the shower, make a pot of Tea and ill be with you soon”.I must admit that John had a good body for his age.As John walked towards me down the hall his towel caught on the side table and the towel fell off.John was standing there quite naked, he did not say anything or go to pick up the. “yeah that will happen,” I scolded myself in my mind.I heard the neighbor’s dog bark in the yard next to Helen’s so pulled my hand out of my shorts and left the window. The guy next door was a bit of a neighborhood snoop. We all have one, the guy that knows everything and tells everything. “Bill is crazy,” our across the street neighbor told me one time. “Stay off his radar because what he doesn’t know for a fact comes out in total fabrications.”I walked to Helen’s back door and knocked on the. At the appointed time I presented myself at Ellie’s five-star hotel suite. She was around fifty, five feet six inches tall, a voluptuous size 14, long blond hair, dressed in stiletto heels and a very short white dressing gown that emphasized her sun tanned legs and finished way above her knees. Obviously, a class act.“This is Mobo, my minder and personal assistant. His birthday today, I want to give him a present he will long remember.”He was a black French African, around six feet, three. She began to notice her body reacting to this situation. Her nipples were standing erect, pushing hard against the fabric of the shirt she, for the moment, still had on. Her pussy was saturated and she felt herself start to sweat. Maybe it was the steam from the showers, or the body heat of the guys surrounding her or the growing amount of sexual arousal she had at that moment. Regardless, she was sure she would be sweating profusely in a matter of moments.Just then one of the sets gripped her.