I spun you around to face the mirrored wall of the elevator, and glanced up at the lights of the floors going by as we headed to the top floor . . . w... only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in. Kala and Sam both came with me.Sam got in and fastened her seatbelt. As we were pulling away she exclaimed, “Damn! I didn’t know you were rich! You seem so normal!”I looked at her in the rearview mirror and said, “We aren’t rich. My parents have their own business and it’s been doing pretty well in the last couple of years. I guess we’re upper middleclass. And I’d appreciate it if you two stop picking on me!”Kala leaned over and said, “Oh, poor baby. Would you like me to make it up to you?”Her. "After changing into a long gown and silky panties I entered the livingroom. Brad was just sitting and staring at his toes. "Well what do youthink?" I asked."Wow you look great," he said looking up.Extending my hand I beckoned him to follow me. In the bedroom I stoodbehind him and slipped my hands into his robe, cupping and squeezing hisbreasts, weighing them lightly and thumbing his nipples. I heard hissharp intake of breath.Whispering in his ear, I asked, "Would you like to slip into some. I wrap it tightly around myself, knot it, and pick up a fresh towel to dry my hair.I leave the bathroom to find you holding your toilet kit, and whisper to you to hurry and get ready. You grin in response and go to take your own shower.I face the mirror behind the desk and towel my hair to dampness, and finish drying it with the blow dryer. I take brush in hand and begin to brush it out.You come from the bathroom dressed in a towel robe. I watch you in the mirror as you come up behind me, take.