That is when it hit me. This was now becoming real. I did pinch myself and think how we had got this far. My head started to race but Paul just put hi... arm around my shoulder and said "We will be fine" slowly and repeatedly. I nodded and agreed with him but warned him that my nerves were shot to pieces. We then took time slowly peeling off our clothes. I had a job unclasping my bra so was helped. It felt nice Paul taking the lead. My hair was sopping wet from the heat and nerves. I felt his. ?Sir, could you get this thing up, the zipper seems stuck,? she called out.?Geez, what a break,? he whispered to himself.Since the zipper wasn?t closed and since the scoop neckline of the dress was so low, her breasts were virtually uncovered when he approached her small dressing stall. She made no attempt to cover herself and her nipples were still hard from her earlier whipping. The young man was breathless.?Can you fix the zipper on this?? she asked again. Really there wasn?t anything wrong. He didn't really say anything to me and seemed a bit uneasy about the whole thing. It was as if this weekend she was in charge and he was pouting ‘cause she found another plaything. What a bitch. Tiffany ironed my stockings on low to dry them. When she was done I went into the bathroom and changed again. When I came out she mentioned that the stockings I had were the best. Tiffany added “The ones I loaned you aren’t even good enough for you to tie me up with…there is no way you could. “No,” she shot back, leaning over closer to me. “Do you want to have fun with me?”I chuckled.“I don’t have any money,” I replied.“You don’t need money,” she shot back, “I am the hostess.”I was very quickly suspicious and looked around to see who might be providing her some cover or security as a potential thief.“Don’t worry,” she replied. “I am not going to rob you.”That didn’t make me feel any better.“Mira,” she began in Spanish, “Just walk me to my room. I promise that you will be Okay. I.