Carmyn's heels clicked on the tile floor as she swayed to the refrigerator. She opened it and bent over to retrieve something from the bottom. John's ...yes were glued to the sight under her skirt. Her ass was exposed, just inches from his face. She wore a pink thong that ran between her firm vanilla cheeks. He averted his eyes to the floor when she turned around. His palms started to sweat as his heartbeat quickened."Mr. Langham, my nails are wet. Will you peel my banana for me?" she asked in. I'm always up for a good time, so he bought her a ticket to fly down."I've told her she is to do whatever you say while she's there." he said. "ANYTHING?" I replied. Anything was hubby's answer. First she must be properly attired when she gets here, collar, open cup bra, semi transparent blouse, She may wear a button front sweater for the plane, button front skirt, garter belt, seamed stockings and heels. "Whatever you say grand master" hubby said. I set about planning a week of debauchery and. The sit when she bent away from me wasn’t bad either. Her black trousers were tight around a tight round ass. It all became too much as I felt my cock grow harder and harder in my boxers. Glancing around, I saw I was hidden from sight by the bookshelf, with only my head sticking up over the top. Slowly, I eased the zipper down on my jeans, and let my cock get some air. I was rock hard, and as I slowly started to toss my cock off I had to supress a gasp of relief. Not daring to go to fast, I. I was leading Mindy back to the room when she stopped me and said. “For my special treat, we need to go the store to get some things, OK? It will be worth it, I promise.” Mindy said, not slurring her words, but her cheeks were pink and her tone bubbly. What the hell, I thought. We had the valet get us a cab, and Mindy got with the driver and told him what she needed. We hopped in the back, got on I-15 and headed north. All the action was on the strip, so I asked,“Where the hell are we.