Just lightly at first, then with a little more pressure. I looked down at him, wonderingly, but he seemed engrossed in the selection of herbal soaps. ... was reading the ingredients on a bottle when I felt his warm hand begin to move. Slowly, gently, his soft palm moved up my leg, past my knee and up the back of my thigh. I was mesmerized. He was moving so carefully, so slowly, at first I wasn't sure that I really felt his hand at all. Maybe it was just wishful thinking? All the same, I moved my. I quickly regained my composure and continued with my important voyeurism.My father then stood up and Miss Pretty, thinking the ordeal might be all over, turned round to reach for her clothes. It was then that I got a full view of her beautiful little round ass. Not a line, not a dimple, not a mark. Just a smooth, round, slightly pear shaped ass, as good as I have ever seen (and I have seen plenty). Her hips were rounded in the most feminine of ways and as she bent slightly forward, I got a. "There, that should hold her until we're through. You will have to remove the chain from the balls though, and take off the slacks. But please, leave that pretty underwear on her. She looks darling in it. I get so turned on when I see sexy undies on a man." I immediately got a raging hardon. "Oooh, and so well endowed too. I think I'm in love."Miss Monique was a strikingly beautiful woman. My mind immediately beganto fantasize about her wrapping her lips around it to relieve the stress. "If. Her firm ass is hanging in the air. AND I HAVE NO BUTT PLUG!That just won’t do.I silently leave the room and go back to the bathroom. In my travel bag, I find a package of dental floss and some (pilfered) bottles of moisturizer, and the shelf provides me with two hotel-sized shampoo bottles. Tying the dental floss in a knot around the neck of one of the shampoo bottles, then leaving around 30 centimeters of the line free and tying the other bottle on it, I manage to improvise a pussy-and-butt.