.. she hands you the list."...your chores... help with your algebra without the smartass remarks..." You can't believe how reasonable she's being, con...idering, until you continue."MY CAR every other Saturday or a ride for you and your friends? That's not fair!!" She shrugs her shoulders."10 percent of my paychecks and half of any Birthday and Christmas present money? OH, HELL NO!" Mmmmm... you know you might be right. I'm just not good at this negotiation stuff. We better let Mom and Dad handle. My legs were bright red with white blotches and the rash had spread up my thighs disappearing under my boxers. Without blushing, Ms Eliza instructed me to remove those and turning her back on me left the room. I was grateful for the privacy and slipping out of my boxers grabbed a towel to put over my crotch.About five minutes later Ms Eliza came back in the room with a jar of lotion. “I am sure this is going to make the rash go away and you will feel a lot better,” she said as she came through. ’Always the exhibitionist and proud of his equipment he rolled his briefs over his erection and dropped them to the floor, his eyes not leaving hers as she lustfully watched his erection smack against his stomach.‘Stand facing the wall with your arms and legs spread, and put your hands on the wall,’ he told her in a firm voice.Ever curious and eager for new experiences she complied a little more readily than she would have liked to. ‘Who’s in charge here’, she wondered to herself.Hands braced. Well, a thought and a call to Martin, the hotel concierge, who could make anything happen. Decadence was the theme of the day as they luxuriated in The Spa. Lisette opted for the Multi Media Massage and Phillip decided to go for the more adventuresome Wild Zesty Scalp and Body treatment. Dinner at Ago was nothing less than superb and they were settling into the vibrations of the city as they dined on traditional ethnic creations and sipped Grey Goose Dirty Martini’s as they hours slipped by. .