Her breasts were really small, almost tomboyish and she was massaging my friends back in long smooth strokes. I opened the minibar and took out a can ...f Thai beer, opened it and sat on my bed and watched her hands washing over her back and down her flanks. ‘Fuck Mariel, I’m getting wet here’ she said and burst into a fit of laughter. ‘You planning a bit of girl on girl’, I asked, half hoping she would say yes, and give me a reason to do something naughty in front of her b*****r. ‘Fuck you. That’s true. So I guess it’s both. But what I’m saying is… I dunno, maybe we ought to put a damper on things.’ He nodded slowly. ‘I mean, we’re just… Out of control. And I know,’ she said, smiling, putting a finger across his lips. ‘I know it’s mostly been me being out of control here–‘ He was kissing her finger amorously. She pulled it back, giggling, and he gave her a saucy grin. ‘–but some self-control would probably be appropriate.’ He laid his hand on her cheek, kissed her. ‘Whatever you. I pressed the button and a small spark of electricity traveled at the speed of light through the trouser hanger to her nipples. My sister had a spasm of pleasure.I didn’t stop there. I shocked her again. On the nipples, on her ears, on her toes, on her ass. She was shaking in convulsions. “And now for the main event” I took off my underpants and stuffed them inside her mouth. She licked the dampness off them.Her pussy was dripping juices down to her ankles. I placed the gas lighter on her clit.. I was to remove my clothes in the hallway, save for my heels, and place them in a lock-box that would be sitting outside the suite. Once my clothes were secured, I was to use my passkey to enter the suite. The note indicated that Mrs. Jones would be waiting for me inside the suite and if I failed to enter naked, she would refuse me entry. Once accepted into the suite, I was to refer to Mrs. Jones only as Mistress, and to myself only as Pet. I was to speak only when spoken to, and if, at any.