I look down at myself and I am wearing a belly dancer's costume... except I have pasties instead of a blouse. The harem pants are strung beads... if I...move my legs, they part... revealing everything... because obviously it's crotch-less. I totter to my feet and look at my reflection. I look good and I look younger. I'd shaved down there in the morning in anticipation of our 7 PM tryst... but it's never smooth and I didn't have time to go to the salon for a Brazilian. But someone had given me. The bulge in Josh’s pants told me he liked the results. The table was set with the good silver, two candles illuminated the dining room, and I had put on a CD of our favorite love songs. We sipped wine and held hands across the table. I told Josh I loved him more that ever and that I thought he was the smartest and handsomest man in the world and the best lover I could ever dream of. Josh told me he was still crazy about me, that I was the prettiest, sexiest woman he had ever met, and that he’d. She opened her legs and fell backwards onto the bed behind her. Then she was being eaten! Expertly!She wondered about whether to be on top or underneath, when it was time to fuck. Her first fuck! She hadn’t really expected to fuck somehow, with a real live cock.On top felt it’d be more in control, and she certainly wanted that cock to be going in very slowly!!The bed moved – one of the other girls was getting on! Naked! And as gorgeous as Kim and Georgie of course. “Hello,” said Sophie.“Hello,. They brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”Marguerite exploded, “They are going to eat that crap when I, the best chef in the state, am cooking? No way, I have more than enough to feed them.”Ed laughed and said, “So, it’s decided.”Greg looked at the table and suggested, “Why don’t you and Ed take it easy while we set up this room appropriate for a feast for a pair of lords and their ladies?”“Sounds good to me. When Marguerite can spare Ling, she will take you upstairs to a pair of rooms.