I got into the room, Helen was looking hot, red lipstick, short black mini dress, high-heeled shoes. Before I spoke she sighed, so I guess Ramon’s s...oke to you, what I snapped, yes Ramon told me he wanted me to be his fuck slut all holiday and us being swingers I though you wouldn’t mind. My head was all over the place, Helen had arranged and planned all this with Ramon while they were in the boat. There was nothing I could do, I just had to let Ramon and Helen be lovers, think of it as a. "We'll see." Grand Mistress Gillian let Vanessa's long blonde hair flow through Her gloved hands."We'll see..."With a quick, unexpected motion She had made a ponytail, plaiting a strong, thin rope into it. She tugged at it a few times and Vanessa let out a short scream, moving her head backwards with every jerk. The mass of hair knotted to the rope gave her no other chance.The Grand Mistress let go of the girl's hair for the moment."Lie down. On your belly."Vanessa obeyed, just to feel her arms. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit wasn't going to take me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right nipple and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of. My beloved girlfriend from Vanderbilt (still somewhere in the Pacific with the U.S. Navy) had served me well in deflecting any possible suspicions that might arise pertaining to Emily’s and my joint occupancy of the third floor. (“Joint occupancy” was a novel concept. Thanks to thick walls and our Magic Closet, along with Emily’s and my own superb acting performances, I was confident that none of my fellow boarders had any clue about the full extent of the occupancies my privileged “joint” had.