”“Maybe I should take my panties off too.”“I can do that for you. It will save them from getting oil on them.”She made it easy for me to rem...ve her panties and once again, she was completely naked. It was hard not to stare at her perfect body. I began slowly, gently adding the oil to her thighs, calves, and feet.“Oh, that feels good,” she remarked.“I’m going to start now,” I said and I picked up her right foot and using my thumbs, began to massage the plantar muscle.It was easy to remember the. In other hotels we'd had key cards. Here there was a fingerprint scanner, just like in an SF movie. That made sense, too. If you were naked you didn't want to have to keep track of a card, which could always be lost. Fingerprints, on the other hand, you always carried with you.There was an orientation. We had a light dinner, and then they told us all about the basics of the place. There was a pool, stables if we wanted to go horseback riding, and so on. I'd expected a desert—it was Nevada—but. I know I should go tell the boys to leave but at the same time the excitement of not knowing what would happen kept me where I was. I saw the boy shake my wife's leg a little but she didn't move or say a word. I suppose he took this as a go ahead. My wife was in the usual position, she was on her stomach and her legs were spread about a 18 inches apart. One of the boys reached down and lifted one of her legs and pulled it further apart. Then the boy that was sitting between her legs got the. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of the elevator and turn and face the doors as usual, push the button to the forty second floor when I hear a faint voice calling "hold the lift", instinctively I put my hand out, stopping the door from closing.The person behind.