"I'm Martha," she told the teens.The brave teen spoke. "I'm Brittney and my best friend's Riana." Such lovely names for such lovely young women," Mart...a complimented with a smile."Thank you," Riana replied nervously. "You're beautiful."The three women chuckled. Martha's expression became serious. "I've been there," she said quietly."What do you mean?" asked Brittney suspiciously."I won't tell, I promise," said Martha. "I'm not some government agent intending to send you back home or anything. I. "No!" Susan protested, once she was able to put the remaining two bags down. "That's not..."But it was too late, because Suzanne had already pulled several items from the bags, and held them up for Alan to see. One was a very skimpy and semi-transparent nightie. The other one turned out to be an even skimpier and more insubstantial nightie. Suzanne whistled in appreciation. "Ooh la la!"Suzanne put those back in the bag, and rifled through it some more. She told Susan, "Wow, look at this. You. I am the piece which make you complete. You stand there in front of me, I see the look of longing in your eyes, a hunger, a need, a lust, you need me more than anything else. Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your cheek, moves around and then I move it inside the short skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl. You. But that will be late evening. I’ve delayed my trip back to the smoke, knowing you were coming.It won’t be long before I’m cumming in my pants, with all this close contact and views- he mused.“I think it will be OK in here,” Ruthie suggested, glancing round the glass walled room. “We’re not overlooked.”“Up to you Ruthie,” the upright British old colonial replied. She had told him she was a pro and did an act for private clubs and gatherings, recently a very highly paid event at the Presidents.