She places it on the bed. Then unzips of his pants. Her fingers inside the waistband running her nails back and forth over his mons as she opens the...pants. Her hands move to his back to slide down in the waistband to caress his ass as she lowers the pants to the ground.She then kneels in front of him and lifts each foot to take his shoes, then socks, and finally the pants off him. She reaches up, squeezing his now hardening cock through his boxers, her hands run up his ass from under the. She checked that the nail varnish on my toes was dry, and then told me toput on a clean pair of stockings. She helped me into the dollie dress Ihad worn the day before. "You should put on clean knickers and stockingsevery day," she said. "You should wash them every night before you getinto bed and leave them to dry overnight in the bathroom. I let you offlast night because you were obviously very tired. You can wash your usedthings now before you come down to breakfast."After breakfast we had. I felt I had no choice. I had not yet been in New York for a full day, and things were already moving faster than I could comprehend them. All I could do at the moment was to sleep like a rock.Saturday afternoon shortly before one o'clock, I awoke to my first weekend in New York, and my first hangover. And Martha's musical, teasing voice, and her gentle hands rubbing my back and shoulders."Up," she said, "the day's half gone."There was little time for serious meditation over her words of a few. While he's busy, I'll pass this on to you. We have a small cabin that we stay at during the off season (usually Sept) and one year we were just lying around in bed when I asked Jon if he had an outdoor fantasy. I could tell by the small smile on his face he had and was about to tell me of it. There was a small island near us that was only divided by a narrow canal, accessible by one stone bridge at one end. Pretty much covered with trees and some dense bushes, it offered an ideal spot for any.