. the atmosphere was electric.I thought Claire's skirt would be next to go, but Dave had other ideas. He asked her to shuffle back up the bed, lying ...n her back, legs apart. Another frantic couple of minutes of filming and snapping. 'Now', Dave said, 'how about you slowly ease your knickers down, to your knees.' Claire looked nervous again - this was total exposure. I watched, captivated, as she lifted her bum and tucked her thumbs into the sides of her knickers. There was a slight. Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you. All along, Victoria and I were always sticking by each other.We returned to the hotel by night. As we came back, the guys decided to hit the casino, and we joined them for a bit. Once they started gambling, they were in no mood to stop. We both tried to get them to come with us, but they didn’t budge. We were frustrated and decided to hit the bar again.We were both in revealing low-cut and backless dresses. So many of the guys were ogling at our bodies as we moved. As we were getting drunk at. I was again leaning back in my chair eyes closed and enjoying the sun, my house my rules I thought. The next thing I heard was a gasp and I tilted my head to the side shaded my eyes with my hand and I opened one eye and peaked out to see who was there. There standing right beside me was the Hot wife from down the street. I made no attempt to cover my package and I could see that she was staring right at my junk as I moved to straighten out a little in the chair. I smiled at her and I rose up I.