I was surprised to see her as she changed a lot, she was wearing a mini skirt and a long neck top. I could see her white milky thighs and her cleavage...clearly. She caught me staring but was talking some other things.We then went to our room and we hit the road for lunch. We talked a lot, I told her how much I miss her and she said the same and we came back to room by eve. This is where everything got changed.She was all sweaty and told she need to freshen up. As she was sweating her top was wet. Not because of their content. But because of the way that she said it, in that same deadpan way she had talked to me earlier in the night. Those words, however, carried more weight now with that delivery, and it almost seemed like it was a joke to little innocent Margo.I managed to remove her hand and nearly yell a “Are you fucking kidding me???” before I was cupped and silenced again.I reached over and punched him in the balls. And that’s when Ananya stood up, stared into my soul, and spoke. "It still doesn't work," she protested as she returned."No?" Hannah asked as she thumbed the buttons on a transmitter with a huge whip aerial."Agghh," Samantha gasped."Sounds like it's working to me!" Hannah laughed as she slowed the speed to the slowest setting."Very funny!" Samantha agreed, but she found it strangely stimulating for a complete stranger to control how much her vibrator vibrated, "Just leave it on slow, ok?" "Ok," Hannah agreed.Samantha found it difficult to concentrate on her. She was going for the classic black look with a black basque, cut extremely low in the front so that the upper and inner edges of her areolae were showing, its garters supporting black silk seamed stockings resting in black, pointed toe dress pumps with seven inch silver heels and ankle straps.Also without panties. She had treated herself to a full Brazilian wax job since we last had her naked, so was sporting a hairless pussy. Not my favourite thing, but I certainly wasn't about to.