Vibrator, Jamison showed Dilly a little trick Mr. Vibrator could do. The vibrator made a noise like a hum. The tone of the humming changed based on ...ow fast it was vibrating. Jamison was a skilled musician so he could make Mr. Vibrator play music using the controller. There were some slow songs that made Dilly get all dreamy-eyed until a gentle climax happened. Other, faster, songs that made Dilly jerk her pretty body when she climaxed as if she were being electrocuted. One special song. As if reading her mind, Richard flipped his hand around and cupped the swell of her breast, his thumb coming to land lightly on her nipple. He ran it over her hardened nub, teasing it through the fabric. Her hands dropped and grasped his butt, pulling his hips in harder, his erection straining at his zipper. Without warning, his mouth came off of hers, and a momentary flash of disappointment went through her until his lips moved around to the side of her head and found her ear. He nibbled along. He had done the inside and outside. She had stood there watching him work. He made quick work of each window. He did the whole house in less time than she would have taken to do three windows.Shortly after the window washer had left, the men from the curtain cleaners returned. Under her guidance, they rehung the curtains. She had to admit that they looked a whole lot nicer, now. She had almost forgotten what colors they were. It took them an hour to get all of the window treatments back in. Nevertheless I wanted to wear the other accessories as well, would also be more classy: my bustier with half cups: I could choose to have my nipples just under or just above the lace edge, just a matter of adjusting the different way I could wear it. I had two panties matching with the set: a string with mini see trough triangle and a tanga. Again I let C choose: he opted for the string and my nipples peeping above the lace was more sexy especially if I planned to seduce someone he said. I knew.