What I was hoping to see.They finished breakfast and went up to their room and came back 15 minutes later. Both with a grin on their face. ‘ I’ve ...eft the washing by the stairs’ she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I couldn't wait to get them out of the house to check this washing out.As soon as they were out I was practically running to the foot of their stairs. There in front of me a smallish pile of laundry. On top, clearly positioned, a pair of black silk and lace panties.. As they reached the bottom of her skirt I could hear her breath get deeper and heavier so I slipped my hands down the outside of her thighs and gripped the sides of the short silky material.I started sliding her skirt up slowly, mimicking the speed of his hands until it slipped over her ass and up to her hips, exposing her perfect pussy for the blindfolded stranger.His hands reached the top of her thighs and kept going slowly. His thumbs rubbing softly against both sides of her pussy lips and. “Great! Let's do it right now.”“What do you mean, sweetheart?” she asked me with a confused look on her face. I stared at her tits for a while before I told her to show them to me. I was about to ask her, but I decided to tell her. I didn't want her to have a choice. “Show me your tits.”“Right here, right now? Are your serious?”“Yeah. Show me your tits.” She reached up to grab the first strap of her dress, but looked at me hesitatingly. I looked around to make sure the waiter was not. Our bodies seem to lose substance and becomealmost ethereal, semitransparent. We are aware of the mental powerflowing from each other and from the blue stone, moving into a kind ofecstasy until we subside in exhaustion, but then awake the next daywith a new sense of our powers and purpose. In the dance I was able topush the dreadful punishment to the back of my mind.The next morning, stiff from lying on the hard wooden floor, Iretrieved my clothes, had a shower and finally staggered into.