Besides, most people she knew had no idea what vagina meant. They used other words. Yes, pussy was amongst them, but it wasn’t the word the majority...of them would use. A complete stranger whom she once asked what he thought of when he heard the word ‘vagina’ replied ‘Would that be North Vagina or South Vagina?’ Another guy, one who had read loads of books, suggested she’d call herself Fay Latio. She had to look long and hard in the dictionary before she found what he meant. What use was a name. Now we were ready to execute her fantasy. There were two bathrobes in the room, one was already wet and the other one I used. She took the towel and tied around her head. She looked so sexy with just the towel on her head and not a stitch of cloth on her body.She called the room service for bathrobes. The room service came in a couple of minutes. She answered with that just bath towel around her. She took and was ready for the bathrobe adventure. We both were naked except for the bathrobes, she. Her dress was soaked through with sweat at the armpits and over most of the bodice. Drops of salty sweat ran from her neck to her chest and dribbled between her breasts. She knew that her bloomers were also soaked, her soft thighs rubbed against the material when she walked and the feeling was the same as that of the wash cloth when she bathed. It was too hot even to bathe, she thought. To fill the tin tub with hot water would have required reviving the fire in the stove and heating up the. Here you are, sir, she bent down, again purposefully shoving her mass cleavage into the mans view. Rising back up, she added in, Is there ANYthing else I can do for you, sweety? Oh, no thank you, the man declined, although he seemed deep in thought, his eyes focused obviously well-below her face. Actually, Im almost dry on water. Do you think I could get a refill? Anything for a cutie like yourself! Jessica tried to subtly add in, without going over-the-top and ruining the act. And it seemed.